Rikky Riley vs Shuffle-T (Round Two)

[Shuffle-T] We're in Liverpool, so you might be winning with the crowd But what does it matter when you have your lyrics written on your hands? See you're past it, mate 'Cos you went far away Heard Don't Flop was hitting the larger stage and thought you'd come back stab for a part of fame, claiming out loud that he's got bars for days Well we don't want you back, you're past your stay My fist's about to hit into it's target same [?] blood on this bastard's face But believe that it will son when you get Castaway 'Cos you're rapping is basic at it's peak And always about some weird masturbation fantasy I want you to be made an amputee so you can maybe have a week off of your daily wanking spree Before it leads to your death like the famous hanging scene of David Carradine This ugly guy is a shredded mess You remind me of that weird uncle I could never get When I saw the way this uninspired fella's dressed The fucking line that comes to mind is uninvited wedding guest And pretty soon, you're gonna find you're second best to the other guy who pens his text And soon he will have cut his ties and headed West and you'll fucking die a depressive mess But you battled for Pete Cashmore To fight depression, to find a cure for those emotions, and you're the fucking spokesman? And the fucking awful stuff you'd spoken, that was more of a promotion? So take advice and lessons You should change your style of presence Your bars are sweet, they'll harm your teeth and make you diabetic I'll slay this guy so say goodbye to the place you'll die your death in 'Cos this was 3-0 after the second hit like I aced you twice in tennis 'Cos real talk, the only way that you could win around Is if you do that shit again and get your ukulele out I mean he got out a ukulele in a rap battle, and called that a classic match Yeah, Rikk Riley we are glad to have you back See that's why I thought you'd be hard to beat 'Cos you sway the voters round But that's not artistry, your path is weak I'll explain it open now He'll make you laugh with these retarded frees It's the way he's broken down But regardlessly, you play cards with me I take the Jokers out Bitch, time [Rikky Riley] Now, hello Let's get down to brass tax, like prostitution strategies This guy has studied Film and I wonder why that'd be You probably learned from Stephen Spielberg that plagiarism's the best form of flattery And then probably picked up some grooming tips off of Roman Polansky But what can I say, what about me, I could have been a contender, instead of a bum, which is what I am But, yes you had me at hello buy frankly my dead I don't give a damn It's like your momma always said: 'Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you gunna get' So I made her an offer she couldn't refuse, now here's looking at you kid I am your father If you didn't get those film references then you must have your head in the clouds like Simba's dad The chances of you coming up with anything original are about as likely as Nelson Mandela giving a Christmas wank to English Frank So I don't know if I mentioned The Bible before I'm sorry for suggesting there's a bit of scripture you're in Adam, we all know in Genesis you couldn't even come up with an original sin Your mother paid far too much for her loft conversion And she didn't even bring it up after because she didn't want to upset the workmen You can come up with all this shit about my fucking shit bars But I'm really not arsed You're not so much Nicki Minaj as you are Nigel Farage Oh yeah, fresh out of Berkshire Oh my those turbulent streets full of fox hunters and safe Conservative seats We all know which way you probably cast your vote The only time you probably ever choked was the time you found out Thatcher had that massive stroke I know you were trying to hope that she was on the mend But isn't your hairstyle from the first series of Friends Now it's time for me to end and I do want to ffinish with congratulating you on all your battles, and each one you've won But will it ever really make up for that time you called your teacher mum?