MARKED FOR DELETION - Marlo & Shuffle-T (Round Three Duplicate) lyrics

[Marlo/Shuffle-T] [Shuffle-T] Don't get pissed off about the old sh**, I'm just a young'un, Verb Obviously that dinosaur sh** kinda touched a nerve He calls himself The God And he's from the hood [Marlo] Of Slough His knowledge is from the streets, it's not from a book Which is obvious because if you gave it a proper look You'd see you can't be good because The Bible says that God is good And you are not good But I don't believe in God, or the way that religion is forged Don't believe what's in The Bible, the way it's written and forced Everything about God just makes me livid and bored But thank you very f**ing much, for Christmas and war [Marlo] Joker you giant slice of protein and fibre pie You're not holy, divine, or wise You don't glow in a shining light You're not Jehovah and Christ combined Your beard's not grown to a mighty size You're not responsible for 90% of the reasons known for just why we fight And blow up each other when loaded with dynamite And mostly deny the rights of those that The Bible cites as broken and vile inside You're not a joke to a science mind You know what, you're also definitely not the reason why genuinely good people find hope in their times of strife You get on stage wearing stupid beads and don't even try to rhyme You just choke and then cry sometimes And say 'God' more often than Napoleon Dynamite [Shuffle-T] And Kruger says they can see he uses guns as a crutch like Planet Terror I like that, so I thought I'd do one for this ma**ive heffer Since you're always acting like you have a weapon Like you clap Berettas and bang the tech But you need that novelty in your battle penning since you only make an impact with the gun punch like Jack from Tekken [Marlo] Be honest, put your hands up if you didn't catch the reference Okay thanks, we had a bet and that's a tenner [Shuffle-T] I can't believe we share the T in our name - you c*nt And how are you a verb? That's a doing word and you don't seem to do much People say Verb's boring, that's hardly true When he's not creating the hardest tunes, he's moving on to pastures new Anything with adrenalin that's getting his heart to boost You know like golf, checkers, arts and crafts with glue And trust me his collection of carpet samples is huge You and Nils M Skils should go and start a group called the 24 hour party crew [Marlo] Yeeeaaaaaahh I'm sick of the doubters Verb isn't a downer He's wild as f** mate he sings in the shower and alphabetises the bookmarks on his internet browser I'll bet that b**hes surround you Rumour has it, when swinging with physical power This limitless kid'll astound you Hitting a sixty in cricket and rounders You throw a party, Verb is bringing the powder But don't get it twisted about It's not for sniffing it down It's just in case he gets an irritable itch in his trousers [Shuffle-T] You guys are boring and quiet at any main event Such genuinely boring and lazy men you probably spend days in bed You're so awkward to talk to you're never making friends You could get laser-lenged, by David Brent [Marlo] That's also ironic you see Because you two comical freaks Respectfully podgy and weedy Look like Brent and Dock on Equality Street If their ethnic origins swapped in their sleep [Shuffle-T] YOUR VOLUME OF SPEECH Is a real problem you have when you're rapping your writtens First you start, real quiet, like a rat in the kitchen THEN GET LOUDER AND ANGRIER WITH IT EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE FACING THE CROWD AND NOT ACTUALLY ATTACKING your victim You can never keep it averagely balanced and that is a problem you have with your spitting In fact, battling him is like standing and listening to a rollercoaster from an absolutely static position (Demonstration from Shuffle-T) You can tell that he's practically wishing that Smack'll be sitting across the Atlantic division with his laptop clapping and grinning [Marlo] He actively wishes he was in the Ultimate Rapping League so f**ing badly He told them he'd gladly Fold [?]'s jeans, all of his damp sheets, til they afford him a clash with the who*es with the panties, with the boards that announce the order the rounds be In the morning time bro When your alarm goes It's Don De Marco [Marlo] See, whenever you're battling now In the middle of rapping a round You drop a gun rhyme puncline and act like you're proud Looking back at the crowd Calm, collected, half expecting a klaxon to sound (Shuffle-T plays radio mash-up klaxon sound) Now to finish this, we thought (Shuffle-T plays radio mash-up klaxon sound incessantly) f** it, time