Ryoma Hoshi vs. Doom Shroom ft. Zagranis & RNG Lyrics

'Sup, bud. Bad luck. You're not on my side

Beat Chomper. Teeth on ya. Know my lines bite

I'm a monster killing monsters out at night time

But you're used to walking in on content where you die, right?

Hoshi, better listen closely

I've blown up many gross creeps before the thought of Hope's Peak

Cooler than a zomboni, you'll slip up, I know this

Your character arch was somehow even more empty than your motive

If you can't handle blows - just change the channel, bro

Your bloated body bobbing is less washed up than your show

I should bite on garlic quick and try to dodge ya whole verse

Don't be sad cuz of your fam, that's just how mafia works

I gotta say, on the mic, you don't fight bad

Quite sad, you have less a reason to live than I had

Well, it may be true I'm usually packed at courts, but hey

Whether trials or tennis, I'm killer at back and forth debates

Sliced from the second game, what do you know of Dark Ages?

Guess the fog is coming if you can't see the way you're taking

Amounted to less than a Puff Shroom and now your name is fading

I'd rather take my fate than play your danty pool stages

Even opening Dave Packs, fans will just forget this

Blackened spore watered down to winter glitter cosmetics

So take a Coffee Bean, maybe then you'll wake to know

With your two sentence Almanac, you're out of ways to flow

I've had better shots at me come from Zombotany

Even your cat forgot this mumbling munchkin-sized unwanted freak

I'm on the scene, bombing beats, bigger slaughters than what Maki leaves

To even reach your wanted peak, you'd have to stand on top of me!

Forget the fruit, I'm the true Star planted up

While you're the type to be carried by gargantuars

I'm not sleeping on ya, you were killed 'fore the sun's up

It doesn't take a crater to erase all of your loved ones

You really think you got this on lock, but you spit off key-bo

I'm sucking on a candy, you know I bring the sweet flows

You can call me Kirumi, because this win's a sweep, bro

I'm whacking goons with rackets, you couldn't grip a Wiimote!

You Carry-Booms? It's crazy you think you've written well

When I've had better nights lying on the floor of my prison cell

With your walnuts, I thought you would go hard, but it's plain to tell

That your weak shots aren't enough to break a shell