Rikky Riley vs Shuffle-T (Round Three)

[Shuffle-T] Now though your bars are lacking miserably You make up for that with your heart attack delivery What are you laughing at? Seriously, just calm it down - you're killing me Nah far from that, I'm kidding see You've got Mars Attack delivery Starter pack delivery Seen you swagging like Neil Buchanon, you've got Art Attack delivery 'Cos your rhythm is fucked, he kind of goes for the quick bits And slows really quickly like your flow is encrypted And I thought he'd call me posh, but you're middle-class Scouse, didn't know they existed And most of his limericks just don't make sense That just shows you were sniffing hits of cocaine gets And although you envision him a home-made vet In my home we consider him as Oshea's pet See this is devastation, if I win this it's expected, I'll have a drink and never say shit If he wins this, he'll probably fucking sniff his medication Thank all his co-writers for their skill and dedication Grab hold of Oshea's dick in celebration And put it up himself like a Christmas decoration Now I know what you're thinking, 'Why is The Undertaker beefing?' But if you think Shuffle's faking, suffocation, fucking take his breathing I'm Southern mate, believe it You're North, let's take that to some other region What's a Summer's day in Giza to a Hurrican Katrina See my knuckles break his teeth like an unbuckled baby seat Without the fucking safety features I will break his face to pieces 'Cos this prick is pretty picky See I had to visit Rikky's city to battle a war But of all the cities I was actually glad it was yours 'Cos now at least when I beat you down to the floor You can use the round of applause from the crowd of support I'll win this throwdown regardless of hometown advantage So let's address the rest of his character flaws Like that dangling jaw From the cocaine and all of the crap that you snort Fucking drags to the floor like an anchor that's dragging you back to the shore When you travel abroad, that is deformed And all of that coke's got him living a lie like his religion is Scientology 'Cos he's big when he's high but when he's missing the white it's like they hit him with nine lobotomies See he's in a disguise, he's really different inside, you know he's timid and quiet, honestly So sniffing the white exposes the clit that you hid, see you're witnessing gynecology So if I signal it's time and the decision is mine, well then that's simple that's fine, it's honesty But deliberately lying, go and give it to [?], you'll be listening to my apology If you're thinking this guy is really winning tonight, then this is a silent robbery That's a victim-less crime until I'm killing this guy, for stealing from private property Time [Rikky Riley] Alright, you're talking about hometown advantage, well let's sort that out right now mate Everybody, I think Manchester's a wonderful place Now, if David Duchovny got a baby with Rodney Trotter by combining their genes through some third party surrogate If that baby was brought up to be smug it'd probably grow up to be exactly the same as Shufflet Oh man, what about your fucking bird man, she is fucking disgusting She is such a hipster slag, when she goes on cam with fifty lads she insists they tint the jizz on Instagram I will roll your back up tight like a fucking amonyte You've probably never even had a fight, have you you bag of shite? Well nor have I, so what you fucking Thatcherite Have you ever fucking ran a night? Put all sorts of tracks online? Formed your own battle style that's not just jacking mine? See, how can you have good comic delivery but when your whole persona is just a massive lie Everyone knows that I've been that eccentric guy on Don't Flop since when it was on in Black and White I've been smashing mics at battle nights in so far back in time That I've actually had to battle knights Here's an example of what that was like Thou art a blaggard, sir Thou art a blaggard, sir Thy varicose visage is the most irksome in all of Chichester village Thy missed the scripts from britches to stitchless in literally minutes Lugubrious labia line the length of thy trachea And yet, between my armoury and thine ancestry, I cannot discern the rapier And your companions doth churlishly swagger But we all know Marlo met his end at the tip of a dagger So I would there were a plague upon both your houses And should thou escape from this home of scousers Then take up arms againsteth me As thou mother takes an arm up her wretched seam As thou father presents his arse to thee And begs thou commenceth archery So welcome, to this Liver Port As thou bird invites all to ride her form And if you are unhappy then strike me for I fear no man And that, you thieving bastard is how you go HAM