(Daniel Verse I)
It's time to stomp some lame guitarists around
put your jaw on the curb, and bring my foot down!
Mic my bass drum and mix it real nice,
gonna blow your eyes out like your head's in a vice.
They call me 'the great' cause I'm just too fly,
You're going to Valhalla, its time to die!
I'll drop tune you down to the Key of Acton,
And freeze you in the cold, like a can of TINACTIN!
(Connor verse I)
Get ready boy, cause its time to ROCK!
I got more tone than the NBL got socks!
If you wanna talk speed, your feet must be sore...
Watch my fingers burn on my 22 fret-board!
It's do or die, and this tone is never dead,
It's takes more than three strikes to kill the Sultan of Shred.
Waste not, want not, its the scales I rule,
Like Napolean Toneapart, I've won this duel!
(Daniel verse II)
Wait up, Brah I ain't done with this,
I got a couple more rhymes that'll bust your head.
I fight for the likes of all drummer kind,
you fail for the failure of.... yeah!!!
(Connor verse II)
ITS TIME TO FINISH THIS, I GOT SKYRIM TO PLAY!
I'M GONNA FUS RO DAH YOU TILL YOUR HAIR IS GREY!
I'LL CALL DOWN FIRE FROM MY FINGERTIPS,
AS THEY BURN YOU ALL UP, LIKE FISH AND CHIPS!
I'M THE SIX STRING SOVEREIGN, GIVE IT UP NOW!
YOU'RE NOW A STATISTIC, JUST ANOTHER KNEE BOWED!
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