Rocking rap battle nock of ERB

(Donovan)

Yo, Hector, you're a joke, your rhymes are so benign

You probably write your verses with a coloring book design

You think you're clever with your puns and happy little tunes

But I'm here to burst your bubble like a thousand small balloons

Your flow is like a gentle stream, a babbling, sleepy creek

While I'm a tidal wave of shade, a verbal, vicious streak

You're the participation trophy, a pat on the back for trying

I'm the championship ring, the reason all your fans are crying

So step aside, you cheerful clown, and let a real MC speak

Your rap career's a garden gnome, and I'm a garden leak.

(Hector)

Donovan, my man, why so much hate inside your heart?

It's like you're built from LEGO bricks and someone broke the start

You call my rhymes benign, but they're filled with gentle grace

While yours are like a rusty nail scratching up a new car's face

I see the anger in your eyes, the scowl upon your lips

I bet you think that compliments are just for sailing ships

I'm not a clown, I'm just a guy who likes to spread some cheer

You're the grumpy rain cloud that's been hovering for a year

So keep on with your darkness, your miserable charade

I'll be over here with sunshine, and some lemonade.

(Donovan)

A lemonade stand? Is that the best you've got to offer?

While I'm stacking up the money, you're filling up your coffer

With loose change from a fountain where you made a wish for friends

I'm the king of the mic, this battle never ends

You're a teddy bear with stuffing leaking from a seam

I'm a nightmare in the flesh, a haunting, waking dream

You talk about my anger? It's the fire in my soul

It's what makes me a legend, while you're losing all control

Of your weak and wobbly stanzas, your predictable routine

You're the opening act for me, the grand and final scene.

(Hector)

It's true, I love my teddy bears, they're soft and they're so cute

And I'd rather be a fountain than a bitter, rotten root

I'd rather have some friends than a crown that weighs me down

You're the loneliest king in all of this whole town

My rhymes might be predictable, but they're predictable like sunrise

A brand new day of happiness reflected in their eyes

You're a legend in your own mind, a monument to gloom

While I'm the happy birthday song in a brightly painted room

So rage on, angry Donovan, let your fury fill the air

I'll just be over here, enjoying life without a care.