| Look Bro,
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| If you refuse to change the channel back
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| I’m forced to counteract with the Brother Sister Battle Rap
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| If you don’t revoke and pass back the remote
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| So I can input the code, I’ll have to go for your throat
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| I’ll attack fast and that’s that
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| And then when I snap you’re gonna be taken aback, in fact
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| The aftermath will hit you so hard
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| It’ll shatter your shadow into shards like smashed glass
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| We’ll watch what I want, and if you got a problem
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| I’ve got a problem solver and its name is Chainsaw
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| So wait your turn, or you’re gonna pay for that
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| I’ll grind through your spine like you were paperback
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| There’s only one winner in this battle and its gonna be me
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| I think you’ll find I’m on a fatality spree
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| You better believe that I’ll be leaving you in agony, D
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| Then there’ll be one less leaf on this family tree
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| So it’s come to this, Sis
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| I’d be remiss to ignore the warnings you’ve provided me with
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| Except it seems you missed one important fact:
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| I’ll destroy your ass in a battle rap!
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| So leave the TV on the crime channel
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| Because there’s nothing else on more relevant to this rhyme battle
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| My classy eloquence will stomp you flat
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| Like an elephant, with a monocule, and a pompous hat
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| I’m in my element and keep this in mind
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| The only way I’ll be taken aback is when I rip out your spine
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| My wit is so sharp and on fire
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| You may as well have challenged a Charizard made out of barbed wire
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| So when I am tearing the worst of your first degree burns with these words
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| Remember you’ve should set an alarm for the re-runs
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| Or you could just have waited for UK Style +1
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| D. I. Y. S. O. S. isn’t on UK Style I don’t think
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| And even if it is, I’m not waiting 60 minutes
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| I’ve things to do you know
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| Like freezing your Charizard ass
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| With my Articuno flow, you slowbro
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| With one quick kick you’ll keel over in pain
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| I’ll bottle you while you kneel over a drain
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| Rip out your stomach and watch you trip and fall
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| So when I say you don’t have the guts for this
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| It’ll be literal, bro
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| I’ll grab your arm and ampitate it with an antique blade
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| and then I’ll cauterise with vinegar to emphasize the ample pain and
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| When you get a prosthetic, forget it
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| I’ll rip it straight from your socket again
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| And then while you find you’re incapacitated
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| Hit you in the neck with it until you’re finally decapitated
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| You’d wish you’d been emancipated
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| If you weren’t dead that is!
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| AAAAaaAAAaAAaaa!!!
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| Oh,
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| Very funny Sis
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| That was a corker!
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| May have put the laughter in slaughter
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| But I’ll put the «ache» in your trachea
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| When I attack ya'
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| With a sharpened spatula
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| And I can imagine
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| That would take an excruciatingly long time to pierce your skin
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| I can’t even begin to describe the kind of writhing you’d be in
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| And I don’t think feigning you’re in pain
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| Will save you when I maim your voicebox
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| With a razor blade until your voice drops deep
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| Like Tay Zonday
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| Let me put this into perspective
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| Change the channel back to Forensic Detectives
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| Or you’ll be on the next Forensic Detectives
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| Did you just rhyme the same thing tw-
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| Don’t interupt sis
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| Or you’ll be needin' serious corrective cosmetics
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| So silence
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| I’ll hurt you at home, call it domestic violence
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| Did you seriously think you’d win
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| Oh hang on-
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| Do you just wanna watch The Weakest Link?
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| ‘Cuz it’s on |