[Intro]
Ryota Mitarai
Vs
Roy
[Verse 1: Ryota Mitarai (DarkHasayoVA)]
Ever since I was a child, I love animation
I wanted to use it to give hope to all in my nation
And now the latest distraction to appear at my station
Is some meth head elder Bert and Ernie abomination?
I will not be sated til this fraud is dominated
He looks like Gumball was made with acid clay and snotty crayons
I don't need Mikan's abrasive aid to slay the doll I'm facing
What can you even say when half your props are copy pasted
I put heart and dedication into all the plots I'm making
You can leave to rot away with the son that you thought you're saving
Looking green with envy at my work
As you stand watching waiting, I gotta say it
I think you know your work's not creative!
[Verse 2: Roy (Gridline Rap Battles)]
This sham thinks he has the upper hand?
I'll simply wrap you up inside my verse
How is that for a pun-ish-land?
Wrecking a perfectionist get a grip with a pen and print
Your letters quick you're not impressing anyone with your sketches kid
Your WIPS I wouldn't even wipe my ass with It's so tragic
I thought he'd have his shackles on with how talentless he spits
My son's a silly boy, he lets his mind wonder
You let your parents cry sinking all time in anime
But now they only thing that you're sinking in is my water
This isn't a dream, this is a despair that you can't escape
Ran aid to Ms. Enoshima, I'm the only friend my son could need
I guess what i can see what Junko reached for
Our classes heed what we teach
She used anime as a tool to enrage and trigger the student body
Then you couldn't face it
You hid in the shade of a bigger student's body
Ryota Mitarai
Vs
Roy
[Verse 1: Ryota Mitarai (DarkHasayoVA)]
Ever since I was a child, I love animation
I wanted to use it to give hope to all in my nation
And now the latest distraction to appear at my station
Is some meth head elder Bert and Ernie abomination?
I will not be sated til this fraud is dominated
He looks like Gumball was made with acid clay and snotty crayons
I don't need Mikan's abrasive aid to slay the doll I'm facing
What can you even say when half your props are copy pasted
I put heart and dedication into all the plots I'm making
You can leave to rot away with the son that you thought you're saving
Looking green with envy at my work
As you stand watching waiting, I gotta say it
I think you know your work's not creative!
[Verse 2: Roy (Gridline Rap Battles)]
This sham thinks he has the upper hand?
I'll simply wrap you up inside my verse
How is that for a pun-ish-land?
Wrecking a perfectionist get a grip with a pen and print
Your letters quick you're not impressing anyone with your sketches kid
Your WIPS I wouldn't even wipe my ass with It's so tragic
I thought he'd have his shackles on with how talentless he spits
My son's a silly boy, he lets his mind wonder
You let your parents cry sinking all time in anime
But now they only thing that you're sinking in is my water
This isn't a dream, this is a despair that you can't escape
Ran aid to Ms. Enoshima, I'm the only friend my son could need
I guess what i can see what Junko reached for
Our classes heed what we teach
She used anime as a tool to enrage and trigger the student body
Then you couldn't face it
You hid in the shade of a bigger student's body
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