Oh yeah my name is Sarvente
And I'm from the hood
But I got a new style
I'm a demon turned good
Breaking it down
For this sad, sad clown
No one ever made you turn that
Frown upside down
You're a smooth criminal
Born and raised
And the gulag is where
You spend most of your days
(Most of your days)
Hmm.
Nothing to say?
You're way too private
With that eyepatch
You kinda look like a
Soviet pirate
Well, my name is Ruv
And I'm a stickman drake
When I raise the roof,
I make the room shake
I'm taking 'em down from
Here to Santa Fe
You're no exception
Little Sarvente
I'm not a pirate
You should do your research
I'm not a saint
I'm a sinner
So go back to church
You're so short but
I'm 8"11
How does it feel
To be a reject from heaven?
You're way too loud
When you shake the room
But I got the noise
To make Whitty go boom
You dress okay,
But I ain't a fan
I guess you look cool
For a little stickman
Cause Ruv, The Ruv
The Ruv is on fire
But we don't need no water
Let this Mother Russian burn
You don't like my clothes?
Hmm. Are you sure?
Yours looks like it came
From a dollar store
Underneath your a demon
No question
When I'm done with you
You'll be needing confession
I may be bad
But only a smidgen
At least I don't pretend
To live by my religion
I think you did well
But this rap is done
Let's see how many
Rounds you won
I'd say, Nun
Well, my name is Selever
I'm the cleverest ever
You wanna get rid of me
Uh huh I say never!
Cause I'm the best rapper
In this whole darn place
Gonna sing my rhymes
All up in yo face!
Sarv, good job
With your slickest rhymes,
But Ruv had you done
About a million times
Ruv, you got skills
But I think she's won
Say, how you gonna
Lose to a demon turned nun