[Conspiracy Guy]

Your ranting rage it scares me not!
I dropped some change beneath this cot.
For under here I'd never hide,
Don't think one second, I have lied,
For I'm a man not a wee tot.

[Colonel_Flagg]

You scare me not with your old wives' tales
My verses hit like hooves of Clydesdales.
Like the rappers, doom 'a preachin',
Your turf war will see rhymes 'a screechin',
And I'll make money from the rights sales.