In the shadows where the rattlers hiss,

In the shadows where the rattlers hiss, Words strike like venom, can't escape this abyss, Lyrical gladiators, in the ring we persist, Spitting fire in the night, just to see who’s the quickest. Mind sharp as a blade, cut through the deceit, Every line’s a landmine, step wrong, feel the heat, Echoes of the past, haunt like ghosts in the street, Rhymes collide like thunder, hear the battle’s heartbeat. Twisted tales unravel, serpents dance in the dark, Each bar’s a bullet, aiming straight for the mark, No mercy in this game, it’s a vicious remark, Creativity ignites like a spark in the park. Cunning linguists clash, words weave like a spell, In this lyrical warzone, only the strong will dwell, Inflicting mental wounds, can’t escape from the hell, Rattlers rise from the ground, hear the stories we tell.