"Verbal Warfare" Verse 1: With every syllable, a weapon I wield A lyrical storm, a battlefield My words, they pierce, they cut, they maim A verbal onslaught, a fiery flame I'm the poet of pain, the master of rhyme Your feeble attempts, a waste of time I'll leave you shattered, broken, undone A mere footnote, a forgotten one Chorus: In this war of words, I'm the victor A lyrical titan, a poetic director My rhymes, they echo, they resonate A symphony of destruction, a deadly fate Verse 2: Your verses, they crumble, they fall apart A fragile house built on shifting sand I'll dismantle your defenses, one by one Until you're nothing, a vanquished one I'm the architect of chaos, the king of the night Your feeble attempts, a futile fight I'll paint your portrait in hues of defeat A masterpiece of failure, a bitter retreat Chorus: In this war of words, I'm the victor A lyrical titan, a poetic director My rhymes, they echo, they resonate A symphony of destruction, a deadly fate Bridge: Your words are like daggers, but they're dull Mine are like swords, sharp and cruel I'll slice through your defenses with ease Leave you gasping for air, on your knees Outro: So step aside, for the king is here Your reign is over. Your time is near I'm the poet of power, the master of art Your words are meaningless, a worthless start,