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[Round 1: Gemin1] Blud you disgusted me You lost to Sleepy Gee And you're in front of me But I heard you're gonna punch my head off Knock yourself out You see it's chess versus checkers this time You got a champ Verse the undefeated Blud ain't nobody next in a line But this ain't about that They just wanna know who's the best in our time 'Cause we all know, I don't want your title But the difference is you can't ever have mine So let's get it over then And start the roasting session 'Cause I hear the fans been waiting on this smoke longer than a Pope selection There ain't no redemption After this, you ain't coming back You dissed man last year And that's the reason you're in front of man To get a date for this match, this bitch had to say something first like the Bumble app See, that crown doesn't fool me Your whole style kinda bores me See, I ain't like the rest of these clowns: I won't be astounded by forced schemes I'll break you, down to a small piece On the, ground with your jaw weak So I hope you're ready to lose to Mr. I Haven't Lost a Round Since 2014 But what did you say? "It's 'cause my opponents let themselves down on the day when they're spitting" Blud, anything to hate Because Soul weren't his best verse you And that could still go either way that's a given Tony, pfft, beat you in gear one Even though you claim that he didn't So, the difference is when people don't bring their A-game for me I beat 'em clearly and you have a debatable with 'em So just know the difference Your battle with Tony was judged So I don't wanna hear you moan or bitching You shoulda made sure you brought your pen with you if you didn't trust the voting system This is all bodies, to not one body Your bars apply to anybody Well I'm a somebody But you really said I couldn't find a good angle that would kill Well now it's your time to die "You got an animal in your boat: Life of-" blud, that line was mine! Verbatim, rhyme for rhyme But accidents happen all the time But Craft-D said you took his bars And Raptor said it twice So I started looking Through every single one of your battles I could find I made a list, of all the bars that didn't add up in my mind And found no less than 71 bars that you've jacked from other guys! There's too many to run through Just be happy that weren't ever in my plan Blud don't get it twisted: I'm about to run through as many as I can Vers' Soul, from the gate That 'Undertaker Tombstone', shit has been rinsed please I mean Tox even said it in his tryout So you can miss me That 'gas trick, bypass,' shit's weak Dirtbag Dan, Serius Jones and Daylyt all had the same quick scheme 'Get a shard in your eye?' That was Ogmios That Levi's scheme, Tsu Surf to Tay Roc That execution line? Tony to Shotty, I was there when they faced off That equal line, Big Kannon said to Craig Lamar That's why it's my purpose to kill this prick That 'Snoop Dogg, pen crack out of me', Ill Will to Clips Now you looking nervous a little bit You stole a line about Training Day But I'm Denzel, about to get surgical with this bitch That's eight in one battle And there's more I ain't wasting time on Let's go to your other battles and see where you get your lines from That 'pen go straight through your neck'?Mr. 13, that's my man and you tried it That Tommy Chicago reference to English? Tony D's, damn you're a sly prick The green screen line to Raptor? You know you stole from Tony as well So don't act like I'm lying 'Cause they were both from his battle with Unan and you was judging that shit with your phone out, right there standing behind him Oh so those were the notes you were taking down Well it gets me vexed If you don't believe me, you can check everything that I've mentioned then You told English the bricks he runs through are fake, like Harry Potter That was cold to a next extent But, Big T said it to Unan and you were battling the same day and had the same bar at the very next event Just reworded it, and that's the truth That Jim Carrey mask line, to Raptor smooth But Hollow said it to Big T, and that's a classic too You thought you got away with it? Nah, that mask been following you 'round ever since like Crash Bandicoot That's why I think all his punches are weak But what, he's the one you believe in? Well the words that come out his mouth are other people's like when Bumblebee's speaking That straitjacket line to Tony? Dialect I lie you said to me That America scheme for Cojay, Big T said to me The Mount Rushmore line to Raptor B Magic said to Chilla Jones and Double L said to Re The computer motherboard scheme, Unan said to Dialect, you can't act like these are battles you've never seen We already at 17 And I still got loads left for the roast session I won't let him Get away with it, and the fans who condone theft: They're guilty by their own measures I'm a true gladiator, Maximus uncaged leaving my foes deaded Because I got my cut before the fight and I'm killing an unworthy king with his own weapon Just come clean Don't be a ho 'bout it You steal bars, there's no doubting You have ghostwriters And they don't even know 'bout it That Flavor Flav line to Tony John John said to Wavy I'm not even done G That other li- You stole from John John? I guess there really is no honor amongst thieves That Captain Morgan line to Kappz Conceited and Charlie Clips said to each other That Stevie Wonder, line to Templar, I said to Tali and you reinvented another The operation line, Big T said to me, now watch your legacy suffer The 'Indiana Jones whip' wordplay Templar had first, and you run a clique with him and pretend he's your brother But he's your boy So you musta seen it Heard the bar, wrickit, and made a custom remix But of course, you'll never act like you took it like you would but you can't deny the footage Fuck the fans, this for the battlers who write and the late nights they put in 'Cause since you like to bite gun bars It's only right now you gotta bite the bullet That Xbox controller line? Hitman, Charlie Clips, Tay Ro-, blud everybody had that line for a bit Oh you thought you could keep playing with it 'cause you was getting a green light in a ring The other lines are- No, you know what I'm going over the top 'Cause I don't really think you bite bars Blud that would really be dumb I'm just saying, you write bars the same as other people's bars And your bars always come out after the original one It's just a mad coincidence blud I mean I think that's fucked You're so good, people steal your bars before you even think of them It's a conspiracy, huh? Blud you lucky I fuck with you and I didn't put a whole video up And that's why you just have schemes, and little punches Because you can steal wordplay, but you can't steal substance It's cool, you don't have to ever admit it But I bet that he wishes he never accepted this shit Blud even if you win, you lose Your legacy's finished 'Cause I found 71 So just imagine how many I didn't [Round 1: Shox The Rebel] All that round did was show me you're nervous If I bite why rap with me then? You're exposing the fact you don't think like them 'Cause there's gaps in your pen Boy I hate small bitches You winning today will not happen Stop bragging Don't ask me wagwan fam, I want action I rock heads, you, rock fashions Spending bills on brands sagging While I built a brand from passion So, diss me for my clothing, get your dome burned up They only call you a stand-up guy 'cause the league sets you dates and you don't turn up The fans are hurt, bruv You just ignore 'em, still acting all pally though Exposing a fake, like a real G would ever turn his back on a calicoe So me lose to bro? No, I'm lighting his head up And it starts with two in the top left like I'm writing a letter I had to calculate a risk Subtract a round from him Push buttons to see if it adds up and you can count on it I bet it don't And that'll lead to a gun cooking his mind And you wanna learn how to moonwalk? Well when the hand's on the belt slide back one foot at a time My bars define what heart meant See I brag about what I'll do You just brag about what you done to it, past tense I don't like this herb I'mma knife this jerk It's Ice Road Truckers, 'cause the crew's filming you just tryna survive this work So light this herb and think Don't get brave with me like you got brave with Ace My word is final, front here and I'mma need some space I'll raise heat on son Facts bro, that cold I'mma turn a star inside out and throw this dwarf in a black hole Astrological damage You couldn't do me worse I'm just here teaching my student, this is my uni verse To bring a hearse for a Gemini Fuck next, you better keep in line How did you not see this coming? I thought bitches are s'posed to read the signs So the outlook on mine? Well I'mma be just fine But you'll be lucky if Gemini can remember two lines You tried to dead me with a mention to get your rep up with a vengeance Now you're feeling a tug of war tryna be the center of a tension I saw Gemini mentioned on a club flyer, like he hosting it probably It's nothing, we'll catch him slipping, get to ripping his throat in the lobby See when you're trying to go legit, truth ain't always black and white So I'mma shoot up the club then go ghost with the Tommy That's a power move Watch how I hop out the jukebox and break soldiers Either get to lighting up the cannon or it'll be a stern takeover The wait's over My weight's over 'cause I stay eating Now you here for the meeting with the death that you stay cheating I been down and beaten When I was on the run fearing harm done [?] Ambi told me keep your head up Shox So I slept with an arm under my pillow Still friends ignore my struggle And it nutted my head up till 'fuck you' suited them like Conor McGregor So get to punching How you call him incredible? I don't even see this guy as a threat Start firing lead when the iron ejects I'll leave Mr. Incredible red with an eye on his chest, I'm the best You ain't the one to send me away Follow him to Hatton Garden, set up shop then lay out Gems with a trey, mate This is my seat, and I'mma cut your face with a razor straight You know I hold shit down, that's why you pay per-weight On the estate, where you're flipping out them pies Till we catch him sitting at the lights Then strip him out a ride when I'm whipping out the knives Pussy you best give it up quick The last Vic to stop me jacking a box, clown Wound up with a handle sticking out his side I'm down to ride In a way you never could fathom What you got an ax to grind? Well I got a small one and your head I'm attacking I might just hold it against him till I'm ready to bury the hatchet So go get your ratchets Let's get to the insanity Bang! That's your mind gone I give your top five, it ain't Dylon I do a number on your whole family So you got no one left to dial on Shox, performance electric with these overhead lines, I pile on That's my lightest round And still you ain't punching as fast So watch me put on this show and tell I stand out in front of this class [Round 2: Gemin1] That round meant absolutely nothing It just had a lot of nice metaphors And about four of them Have already been said before But is he John John The Rebel or Shox Da Don? I don't know blud, it's hard to say You even stole the idea of stealing half your name But it ain't just that I hate your style It is nothing drastic There's substance lacking This my analogy for it: He plays the game well but, he don't understand it Most of his stuff is random with no other tactic There's, no technique, no structure pattern There's, no defense, he's just attacking He punches frantic And gets a random special bar out of nowhere after a couple miss and a couple landing Blud, your style is the definition of battle rap button bashing You're a good schemer, and a good puncher But being a good writer's different You know you're a good writer, when you don't need a punchline to finish When you don't need a scheme, or to stretch the way you say words and rhymes to fit in Because half of your wordplay's sick But what you're actually saying behind it isn't Blud, you have wordplay, for the sake of wordplay And I want the fans to see as well You said you're making matter, underground, like a Hadron Collider Does that mean you work for the TFL? You said you'll get strapped, put 1500 each in the clip Because you got 3G in the sticks Blud the thought process behind that is a reach itself I create real moments You have to create fake ones just to make your schemes excel And half your bars are like that Just watch on the cam Or, he takes a punchline, and then makes the wordplay keep going for as long as he can Like, remember my Bumble app line from the first? Let's pretend that that's his He woulda kept that going two more bars and extended the shit Like, "Blud, you don't wanna fight, 'cause I'm a fab swinger And one punch a have you dead in a ditch And if we happen to cross paths, you'll be sleeping with plenty of fi-" Blud shut up Your shit is borderline bad bars When you battle they remember random punchlines, nothing else When I battle, they look at my opponent after, like they're someone else Blud, fuck bars, what moments does he have? You can't recall one, I ain't lying My second to Dialect, my third to Unan Shut the building down with no wordplay forced to create hype Your bars mean nothing, and apply to anyone But the crowd stays fooled and it ain't right Blud I'm just tryna open their eyes And close yours at the same time You have random wordplay that applies to anyone And against me, that won't work So try switching your style up If you don't, against me, then you tryna be giving your life up So I slide in, stick out my knife blud You high as a pigeon for tryna be thinking that fighting this nigga was wiser I weren't trying to be killing this guy, blud But the size of the scrilla was liver They just gave me this mug and a bit of paper Like I was trying to get rid of a spider See I'm versatile, and that's why there ain't a hope you can stop me I'll body him, you're Mokujin Getting your punches off the opponents you copy It's like a Thai massage, find him lying facedown in a hole But he's worried, because there ain't a happy ending here It's just me walking over his body But that's all I talk about they say Winning, winning, winning I'm not gonna lie blud, that's fully true But keep it a hundred: I mean if you was me, wouldn't you? Nah you wouldn't, because you're friends with everyone, like a little bitch I mean on our Battle Rap Resume, you knew everybody's rounds that they were gonna bring to this You went from, Highrise, to XLDN, to SYN now it's Chalked Out That's four different cliques You see I doubt this pro's evolution by the fake teams that you kick it with This FIFA get killed back in the day, but every year the penalty's some different shit You take one line, take another, put it together and then mix a bit But it's not original and I want a fan to realize this fruit twisting it Yeah he bends those lines Me, I write on a Nintendo vibe You know, start with super 64s, then switch the shit Now it's no games, I spin anybody for feeling fidgety We'll drop man in real life Different options of what I can hit you with What you want a jaw-breaker, or your gums dropped? You don't know, well you can pick and mix Blud it's never long They said this could be the last event then DF is gone And I got love for NIL, it's not a tennis shot That's why they brought me back for the last night, like Megatron To get this bitch replaced by the third, like Megan Fox I bring a knife to a gunfight, we can get it on I'll drill it in his brain, that's the point I'm tryna get across You can, get the metal cocked and, let the weapon off Blud, I'll just wing it with a blade, shing shing I'm Sephiroth You all think that he's Glock popping? Well he's not stop it, he's Dot Mobbing 'Cause he's on stage about to touch rock bottom Get caved in, I'll let one of my dons rob him And have them teach him a lesson with one arm, like Doc Connors Tune for tune, you are not rocking Get fucked up in a booth like P Money did Dot Rotten After this, your stock dropping It's like you've run out of hot chocolate You ain't got options 'Cause this villain's power came from the gas like a hobgoblin You facing me, the top boss outta the lot the hot gossip The don that made a career out of washing a square like Dot Cotton The nicest kid, I don't care who you riding with I'll outline this prick For thinking that you're a G Shox, watch these two hands I show you what time it is See it's not nice is it, you don't like the shit when I steal a line from him See a homicide, never hard, blud you been caught cheating On camera, now be a stand up guy and apologize like Kevin Hart I don't need to be rapping with you Where I'm from, if you take bars you automatically lose They only rate you, 'cause they're told they have to See I changed what top tier is, and you followed after on the road I ran through If I didn't clear the top tier, would any of these no-brains rank you? So come on.....Blud don't you hate when you open the door for somebody and they don't say thank you But you're the champ now? Blud so what? You can't brag to someone about having something they don't want But you wanna go that route fine, let's go down it You did your thing in your last battle, no doubting Yeah you won your title shot and the league died, blud you literally took the soul out it And it's my fault, I shoulda never let you be the champ-to-be 'Cause you don't rep Don't Flop, you're a snake and they should ban you please This plagiarist, don't wanna save the shit And that's why you have to leave 'Cause when Don't Flop's dying, what kind of champ goes and starts a brand new league? How are you repping? Blud you took the first chance that you spotted A vulture, feeding on Don't Flop's dead carcass for profit Who was there for you, when you had to start at the bottom? You got two events lined up DF don't have one card that they're dropping Why not set it up here? Oh 'cause you're enlarging your pockets They gave you a title shot You take their battlers after they're flopping You said you're ready to fill Soul's shoes, well that was hardly a promise 'Cause right now, you ain't part of the solution blud, you're part of the problem You coulda belled Eurgh, debated with him Try to save the shit but instead you let Don't Flop suffer while you trying gaining figures A real champ woulda tried hard to make him listen That's why I'mma stick your head in the ground, so now you can have that conversation with him Your whole title shot was comedic A distraction, for all the obvious reasons Putting a new crown over this dirty teeth would make Don't Flop look the cleanest Tryna use it to over-shine the fact that everything else was rotten beneath it Well the people that still wanna cheer for you Are the same ones who don't wanna hear the truth And I don't give a fuck if your league's Chalked Out Right now your career is too So keep spitting your back-to-back punches 'Cause they ain't threatening me I ain't telling 'em why I'm better than you I'm showing 'em why you ain't better than me [Round 2: Shox the Rebel] So I don't do the personals is what you're saying? They don't doubt that for a second I hate to break it to you dickhead, it's a rap battle not a counseling session Secondly, saying I stretch out schemes and get crazy with the filler? Call me a thief and then steal from JC versus Chilla, aight cool This next round, I'mma need your expectations set aside I've penned some better lines And you, are wiped out the race, genocide Let it fly, knock his head aside If I decide to rock a fella even a change of heart could dead a guy Never mind status, I'mma hurt this snake's rep till he in a [?] Terrorized, dump his body in the woods where they'll never find it I watched you dish out on Tommy till TV was set alight But get it right, battling Shox you better write 'Cause you could never shine, facing a dark side with rebel lines I'm getting this bredda tied, till the whole of Next in Line's yelling time You couldn't let it lie, grabbed your phone started belling mine Like "Shox, I could never die" There you go again, telling lies So I had to show you how to pen a line for all the clever guys who said I could never rhyme with Gemini You said I couldn't get even, and now you're meeting my god Well I got one .357, and you best believe I'm beating the odds So step up, it's crunch time I battle twice as much and spit four times the punchlines I mean you got twelve battles, right? That's eleven online then that one where you just struggled to remember your lines Not that they'd notice, 'cause they ensure you keep that star clout We all have stumbles my brother They just don't edit ours out They make you look good, 'cause you got that commercial appeal When the rest of us want props we have to earn it through skill But you got that too right? You keep punching hard with that hood message Reminding me it won't be a mirage when I lose my mind to the Desert The Desert? As in a 50 caliber four pound- pussy you pointed that at me you'd tip over from the effort To win battles, you're supposed to use what you know Not blabber on about firearms your little wire-arms are too small to hold That shit light, my bars, sharp as a flick knife Your bars, couldn't move a broad, stick to your lane it don't sit right This line, some insane shit 'Cause Gemini loves to troll on the internet Now man he has to pay when he face this Face it on paper you're basic So for getting gross over the net I'mma make your weight slip See claiming you're gangster is really doing your fam dirty Sin is too, I mean everybody wants to be a baller till they're dropping 30 in the courts I mean, you can punch But you ain't really dark with it kid I got issues, soon as I push a magazine the stock's rising, I'm a marketing wizard Or I'll get cutthroat with a razor I make your side burn from the shave The carve of the blade sit Gem down and spin him round, on reflection You knew better than to ask a white boy for the fade Now it's too late See me creeping between whips like I'm jaywalking Like a ventriloquist when the eight talking 'Cause I'm handing a dummy for that fake talking That's two rounds off, before I'm letting you get a plate I be running with a case like Enemy of the State Mate lately, my rep's higher than OxyContin And I still back spinners when I'm body-popping I told Briggzy 'I'm the coroner now,' then just pulled out a tray with a body on it Let's be honest, I should probably stop Though we all know I could go more But what's the point? Dropping a gem with a closer's what I'm known for [Round 3: Gemin1] Now last round, had a lot of metaphors But I counted five bars, that have already been said before You look like the result of Danny Jaqq tryna make a sausage I bet if your head was crazy polished, then on a hot day you could fry bacon on it I've had too many angles, now I just want my credit Let me merc' 'em with the bars Don't touch me, this contactless, but that means you can get anything up to 30 on this card Don't bank on winning, blud you'd be the first to thrash me You've lost half the battles I've had, you don't deserve to clash me I was there for Lu Cipher, and I watched Sleepy Gee merc' him badly I thought he wouldn't hold a candle to you You left a bad smell in the room you shoulda burned a Yankee But now you're greater right? And you got the crowd to rate you high 'Cause they say Shox coming off a body, like a Power Rangers fight Well I haven't been slacking I know not to sleep 'round white boys, some mad shit'll happen You're T Rex, I gave you something to eat now be a good dog while I'm casually snapping I don't see no exceptional battler I see a regular amateur I'm breaking you down to nothing After this your image will be the same as a reflection of Dracula I don't let thieves in my house That's why I've been setting a trap for ya' You shoulda known you was gonna get your head burned, soon as you stepped in that door like Kevin McCallister If you don't wanna square up and box after We can take it a lot farther Or disrespect the don and wake up with your whore's head in the bed I'm the Godfather And I know you trapping, right blud And that's why I have to find you I'm turning up to your crib, late night with a tank of gas and a lighter While the kid napping I take his white girl off him, and set this man on fire Then put you in the same plot as Raptor and Tox See I ain't tryna waste coffins It's 2017, I'm putting all you fags in the same boxes He remains conscious, as the fans be screaming at his side Paramedics all around him, now he ain't even breathing it's a [?] Defibrillator to his chest, while he can see into the light Now his name's literally the only thing that's keeping him alive But it's Shox, the real killer I mean that's what he says in like every rhyme scheme A killer, who bakes cakes and shows respect and polite speech But he's a killer He licked seven man down on separate occasions when he was letting his nine squeeze And, left freshly baked brownies as a calling card at every crime scene The muffin killer Fam just save it I told Clips, there's a difference between, exaggeration and fabrication Your image is based off being a "real killer" When you ain't, you're just rapping You making a tune for Craft-D over something he said on a status was random Threatened Cojay the other week, and then your bully tendencies started displaying a pattern Because someone like Craft-D can make you write bars Whereas Psychosis can make you retract them They say it every battle And you don't even reply to it If it was me, and it weren't true, you would definitely hear my side to it You pick on guys who clearly ain't gonna do nothing And act shook against the ones who are clearly down to move something When you got a chance to back your talk, you showed your true colors and dude stunted That's why you're 35 in a room full of 20-year-olds still tryna prove something Blud you're overcompensating And that shit don't run at me right See I ain't one of them guys, that ain't done no crud in their life I'm still, stuck on the grind, juggling by, hustling shhh, don't sleep good 'cause my phone keeps buzzing at night I'm still, wondering why they locked up my don when he already has to suffer inside And I still, hold back tears when I send him letters so I don't smudge what I write I still, got beef that'll only end when one of us dies I still, remember the one I trusted telling [?] my supply I still, cut coke with the same knife that they stuck in my spine So I hope you ain't come here tonight to look in my eyes and give me advice 'Cause let me tell you, me and you ain't nothing alike I been making clear points this whole battle I'm saying you're a thief and a pure joke A pussy, with no bars, just schemes and a forced flow And what have you been saying to me? That you're going to beat me, in Morse Code? [Round 3: Shox the Rebel] So these days, Gemini goes by the name Gemin1, cunt That's your props folding I see a basic grasp on English is something you're not holding Someone buy Gem a Collins dictionary, this thick bitch having a blonde moment 'Cause his real name's Navid, cool title but you got no business with it Roughly translated to English it means bearer of good news, and fam I ain't never seen you lifting spirits What? That weren't even a real shot? I just think it's funny Nav turned up with his lines all mapped out and he still lost That voice is something you put on, connecting a link when you spit For all the breddas that'll see the thumbnail and just think you're a chick You fucking feminine lesbian I don't wanna hear no bars about how loud your toy bangs You look like you been groomed by Louie Walsh, I'm getting this boy banned It's 2017 and you got holes in your jeans and your eyebrows on fleek, lowe it All these hard bars bragging about what you look like Drop five bills on some shoes then catcall grown-ass women off a push bike Fam, if that was me I'd be crying on cam like Funk Flex and regret it the second it's in the air like a drunk text I'mma get under your skin when it starts to peel off, this is taxidermy 'Cause, well you're stuffed tryna look real dog Let's clash, tighten your lyrics, spray a free before I trump your whole team Get to clapping off the heat When this pro test I suggest you have it on your feet But don't get offended, when you see me blacking take a knee Against Soul, my rep was made official Today the flames dancing 'round an ancient symbol like a pagan ritual Bags gave me tips on how to create a visual then escape and slit you Now I'm quick-shifting the paddles like a game of pinball Give you the drum with a crash like I played the cymbal, I'm playing with you Blades and Ginsus, war in short the pain continues I don't give a fuck if you look fly in Moschinos stupid, plain and simple Flying machine stupid, that's plain and simple Bars within bars, if I was you I'd hate this shit too 'Cause I'm on a level you should aspire to Not get cross over the point on your roof, wait, ain't that a spire too? I'mma retire you, that's what this fire do This straight murder, why bother to book a battle for If I can have a blade push in Gemini like Macklemore And when that knife at your neck kid, I hope your arteries get stitched 'Cause this shit cut to the bone quick like your ex-bitch You're a neek cunt, you need the love you fiend the buzz I don't care if I win or lose My daughter's waiting outside.....just to beat you up! Fucking troll, you're an internet bad boy, and I won't even attempt to rationalize I ain't got time, when the shift's locked I'm the type to capitalize That's about pushing keys, get it? 'Cause that shift is the graveyard I know you look up to stars 'cause it's long at the bottom: that's a space bar We going way past the body, so gritty You still wanna go with me But not for the title, the attitude is so shitty How you make me push the crown to the side like it's no biggie? I'm quickly bringing the scene back to its former glories with that penthouse flow 'Cause my pad resides above all your stories Lately you bore me Your verses been getting light I mean Gemini's the third sign of the zodiac Fam even your name ain't next in line I'm number one, that's Aries right? I guess they set you up just to let you die So don't ask me what the box is for Just close the fucking lid slow after I rock his core 'Cause that's what the man gets for having to ram heads with a god of war