Rap Battle

Sliske:
Settle down children, I've finally arrived!
I must admit, at this point, I'm surprised that you've survived
I'm not mad at this; in fact, I'm overjoyed!
But that doesn't take away from the fact I'm quite annoyed.
You've caused quite a ruckus, world guardian, for sure!
But it does make me wonder how much you can endure
Because the bets are off, and now, I simply cannot lie,
You've played your part in my grand scheme and it's about time you die!

Prezleek:
Hold on there Mahjarrat, you're underestimating me
We're similar in strength so combat's pointless, you see?
Of course, we could fight, and sure there'd be a rattle
But we should solve this more eloquently... with a rap battle

Sliske:
The fate of the world on a lyrical war? Ha, I like your style!
But we should up the ante a bit to make this more worthwhile
What do you want if you win? My good behaviour, perhaps?

Prezleek:
As if that'd be permanent. We'd both know you'd relapse.

Sliske:
So what then? Elder artefacts? World peace for us all?

Prezleek:
Just for these conflicts to be settled. There's no need for a brawl.
And what's your goal? If you win, what do I lose?

Sliske:
Oh, there's so many things that I could do! I simply cannot choose!

Prezleek:
You have to pick, so just choose one.
Hurry up, ad let's get this done.

Sliske:
So impatient! Can't you relax?
Just grab a chair and get some snacks.
Because what I want isn't simple. It's long and hard to state.
But hey, it's worth it when we're deciding the world's fate!
First, I can assure you that you won't turn out alright.
I'll finish what I started, and finally make you my wight!
And for the rest - well, I suppose that we'll come to that later.
For now, we'll bust some rhymes - and I'll assure you mine are greater!

Prezleek:
You sure are waxing lyrical, Sliske. Get ready to eat those words.

Sliske:
You're quite brazen, World Guardian! I thought that you'd be scared.

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SLISKE VS PREZLEEK
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Sliske:
Hello again Prezleek, welcome to the shadow realm!
All my masks are laughing at your Neitiznot Helm!
You're just a human Prezzy, who has trained a couple skills
My currency's in power, not your silly golden 'mills'!
Born and raised in Ashdale; we all know that about you!
My history's in the shadows so don't even try a verbal c'out;
Your cape is so appropriate, because it's time you started praying!
Because I'm getting one myself - for 99 Verbal Slaying!

Prezleek:
Is that your best, or are you just playing games?
Go get a talking stick, Mahjarrat, because you've gone verbally lame
I'm not even 500 years old yet I'm more accomplished;
The world's praising me while you're reputations demolished!
Sure you've got the stone and the staff, and I've just got the measure,
But you're not doing much with them, outside of simple leisure!
You've had centuries to come up with all your witty remarks
So for grandiloquence, shadow man, why are you leaving us in the dark?

Sliske:
Oh please, World Guardian, was that your retort?
"Am I just playing games?" Well, you're less than what I thought!
You say you're more accomplished, and you can think whatever you like?
But do you have any underlings? DHAROK, TAKE THE MIC!

Dharok:
I'M THE BARROWS BRO
HERE TO STEAL THE SHOW
I'LL SMACK YOU UP DEAD HIGH
WHEN MY HEALTH'S DEAD LOW

Ahrim:
THERE'S SIX OF US
AND ONE OF YOU
MAKING BREAD RISE OF THE SIX
TO GO WITH PREZLEEK STEW

Verac:
YOUR PRAYER'S NO GOOD
HEAR MY WEAPONS HISS
THERE GOES YOUR PRAYER
NO PROTECT FROM DIS

Karil:
HERE TO RAPID FIRE
LIKE MY CROSSBOW
VERBALLY SHOOTING
WITHOUT BREAKING THE FLOW

Guthan:
I COULD HEAL UP
BUT THERE'S NO NEED
WHO HAVE YOU GOT
TO ANSWER YOUR HEED?

Torag:
MY HAMMERS ARE BLUNT
AND SO AM I
GONNA PUMMEL YOU
UNTIL YOU DIE

Akrisae:
Oh Prezleek, I took your fall
And now I have to answer Sliske's call
You had your chance to turn and run
But Sliske's caught you and he wants fun

Sliske:
And those are but a few of my wights!
I can see now why you didn't want to fight;
Couldn't take my strength, so you took my raps
But even then, you're still quite-

Prezleek:
Strong. You brought the Barrows brothers, really?
For what, to stroke your ego and try and scare me?
I've lost count of the amount of times
I've gone through them; I can take their rhymes!
Who have I got at my beck and call?
Most of RuneScape; don't you recall?
I've saved the TzHaar from a cold demise
So I've got them, and the other rocky guys
The White Knights too, and the void as well
I'm the reason Grayzag's Invasion fell!
Saved Varrock from Zemouregal, Burthorpe from Trolls,
Helped Lumbridge keep its head while the Gods made some roll,
Contributed in the war that put Bandos to his death,
I also slayed his avatar and saved the the goblin he possessed;
I've helped the gnomes, the pirates, the fairies and the monkies,
The elves, heroes, knights, goblins and the myreque;
So let me say this one again, and this you can't ignore;
Who would answer my beck and call? The answer: Gielinor.

Sliske:
Gielinor has your back you say? What a ridiculous lie
Why would they call you a hero when you caused much demise
If you hadn't meddled into things, Guthix would be alive,
It certainly must be embarrassing to let an immortal GOD die!
I'll spare humiliating you more, if you just stay out of my way.
Otherwise, I'll do to you what I did to him, and dig your own grave.