Sarvente vs. Ruv (Rap Battle)

Oh yeah my name is Sarvente And I'm from the hood But I got a new style I'm a demon turned good Breaking it down For this sad, sad clown No one ever made you turn that Frown upside down You're a smooth criminal Born and raised And the gulag is where You spend most of your days (Most of your days) Hmm. Nothing to say? You're way too private With that eyepatch You kinda look like a Soviet pirate Well, my name is Ruv And I'm a stickman drake When I raise the roof, I make the room shake I'm taking 'em down from Here to Santa Fe You're no exception Little Sarvente I'm not a pirate You should do your research I'm not a saint I'm a sinner So go back to church You're so short but I'm 8"11 How does it feel To be a reject from heaven? You're way too loud When you shake the room But I got the noise To make Whitty go boom You dress okay, But I ain't a fan I guess you look cool For a little stickman Cause Ruv, The Ruv The Ruv is on fire But we don't need no water Let this Mother Russian burn You don't like my clothes? Hmm. Are you sure? Yours looks like it came From a dollar store Underneath your a demon No question When I'm done with you You'll be needing confession I may be bad But only a smidgen At least I don't pretend To live by my religion I think you did well But this rap is done Let's see how many Rounds you won I'd say, Nun Well, my name is Selever I'm the cleverest ever You wanna get rid of me Uh huh I say never! Cause I'm the best rapper In this whole darn place Gonna sing my rhymes All up in yo face! Sarv, good job With your slickest rhymes, But Ruv had you done About a million times Ruv, you got skills But I think she's won Say, how you gonna Lose to a demon turned nun