SKS and Smorgishmorg have a rematch.
SKS:
Oooh Smorgishmorg I'ma cut you up into a MC Smorgishborg till your blood flow like the tasty pouridge
pour, or maybe I'll burn your ass and the rest of your pasty pores, don't you know you fucked up? I
bust with my teeth wired up and you're stuck to read some more tuts, tutorials could never fix the holes
I put in you like cheerios, Cheery-o with a smile on my face, because you can't even match the pace I make
haste and I'm quick to lay waste don't even try and save face, I will grant you no grace, only dis-grace, and
that's what you do to this rap shit, as a matter of fact bitch, you can't even rap so before you come back
your ass should google that.
SMORG:
Well look at this faggot on my dick again.
Foster's Home doesn't have enough imaginary friends
for you, this is the end for you, gotta grab a pen 'fore you
go embarrassing yourself again, you damn fool.
You busted your mouth, I'll bust a nut on your face
Shitting out raps the only time you "lay waste"
Your sound's dying out, mine's fuckin' immortal,
No wonder you got banned from the Audio Portal!
SKS:
There is no debate I've already sealed your fate, wait, on your dick? You're the one who got slick and started talkin' shit,
I take that back, I mean squeekin shit cause I just heard your voice crack, I can't believe my victim is thirteen, but
I'm not even sure you reached that age, but it's okay, cause I'ma split your face
then ditch you like a bad date, yet you claim to be immortal so I must be immoral,
cause I killed you while you were giving me oral on the audio portal, so fuck ten stars I hope they mass vote zeros,
I'm still gonna be your hero, like Spiderman
to Mary Jane, simply and plain your knock off flows all sound the same, we all know you're a little lame
so let me teach you how to spit a bit of game, like Pico's School you're the teach and I'm pico, fool,
in your own blood you drown in a pool, And I'm breaking some new-grounds with very few rounds,
and I called you out but you got sat down, so go ahead
and do your worse, you might have the last verse but you'll never have the last word
SMORG:
Are you rapping anymore? I can't even tell.
Your second verse made Satan facepalm in Hell
You getting mad, son? Am I on your nerves, prick?
Your 2nd grade raps less impressive than your dick.
I spit fire, you squirt lubrication,
I'm a master of debate, you're the king of masturbation.
You love Mary Jane but you still smoke schwag,
I'ma Superman your ass with a dirty old rag.
You say I'm the teacher, try to learn how to rap,
I could look in a toilet and find less crap.
Never shoulda battled me, I don't even pity you
Got a bad K/D? You're already 0-2!
Ha, that's an inside joke.
Take a breath on my cock, yo you're startin' to choke
You said 16 bars, couldn't even write 9,
Said you were good, now you're just wasting my time!
And fuck the limit, I ain't even done with you yet,
You faggot maggot recruit, you're fuckin' 'round with a vet!
It ain't over till your mom sings, ya got no hope,
Right now you're a young boy, and I am the Pope
Any girl you'll ever get's a bigger pig than the cops,
I'ma stay up in your face 'till the damn beat stops,
I don't even wanna win, you can take these verses
I just wanna tell you you're a faggot in person.
Yeah, I fucked your mom, makin' you a bastard.
Start calling me daddy. Btw, I got the last word.