[Intro: V2]
Mmmhm mmh-mmh-mmh-hmm
Hmmhm mh-mh-mh-mh
Mmmhm mmh-mmh-mmh-hmm
Mmmhm hmmm hmmm hmmm

[Chorus: Both, V1, V2]
Waste of processing
Searching for a valid antonym
Useless, inferior
Nothing describes you
Hardly a contest
Unworthy of a matching acronym
Right here and now
Here's our 1V1 V2!

[Verse 1: V2]
I’ve been waiting here a long time for this duel
(WIP)
You want this arm so bad? Come take it!
(WIP)

[Verse 2: V1, V2]
Sound like I was asking, you sad, pathetic walking blunder of a
​prototype, specifically designed to be the most insufferable,​
​financial burden-generating, synergistic liability,​
​who clearly missed the landfill with their name on it on their way herе?
[Verse 3: V2]
(wip)
So don't lecture me about punchlinеs as if I give a single fu--

[Verse 4: V1, V2]
WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!
YOU HIT ME WITH THE ARM YOU STOLE FROM ME!?
I'LL WIPE THE FLOOR TILL YOU’RE NOTHING BUT RUBBLE!!
Somebody's angry!
Who else was I supposed to use it on?
Honestly, I like the sound of another!

[Verse 5: V2]
THEN COME AND GET IT!
PRAY THAT YOUR APPENDAGE ISN'T GENEROUSLY LENT INSTEAD,​
YOUR DEBTS PAID FOR YOU!
YOU'LL BE PAYING QUITE A BIT OF INTEREST!
A CORRECTION, OVERDUE
AN ENDING SOLUTION
OUR VENDETTA'S RESOLUTION WAITING
I'LL BE THE JUDGE, JURY AND EXECUTIONER!
COME SETTLE THIS DUEL!

[Verse 6: Both]
Oh sure, "Come at me, I dare you"
You don't fool me. Don't act like you’re doing something
Give your blood to someone who’ll use it
And die already, you blood-sucking good-for-nothing
[Chorus: Both, V1, V2]
Waste of processing
Searching for a valid antonym
Useless, inferior
Nothing describes you
Hardly a contest
Unworthy of a matching acronym
Right here and now
Here's our 1V1 V2!

[Verse 7]
(WIP)

[Verse 8]
WHY DON’T YOU COME ON AND GET ME?
WITH PLEASURE
DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE GETTING COLD FEET
LIKE HELL I WOULD
CROSSTESTING PROCESSING YOUR DEFEAT
MATH ERROR
RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW IT'S YOU AND ME
WHATEVER

[Verse 9: V2]
(WIP)
I WON’T GIVE YOU THE PLEASURE OF KILLING ME!
[Verse 10: V1]
Where are you off to?
I thought you said you'd wipe the floor with me
What kind of war machine processes terror?
How 'bout I help you?
I think I know how to make you disappear
You'll have to pray for a margin of error

[Verse 11: V1, (V2)]
How unbecoming!
Sliding down a pyramid and fearing that
I'll leave nothing left to reconstruct
That's a fear that I can gladly validate
No more waiting, no escape
Enemy debilitated
Entropy anticipated
Result extrapolated, printing finisher:
YOU CALL THAT A DUEL?