connection terminated, I'm sorry to inform you Boyfriend, if you still even remember that name, but I'm afraid you've been misinformed, you are not here to receive a rap battle nor have you been called here by the individual you assume although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here into a labyrinth of sound and smells, misdirection and misfortune a labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize you don't even realize your trapped. Your lust for rap battles has driven you in endless circles chasing the sound of music in some unseen dance, the finale always seeming so near yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find it no one will, this is where our journey ends, and to Pico who somehow found this battle which was not intended for you, although there was a way out planed for you I have a feeling that's not what you want I have a feeling you are right where you want to be, I am remaining as well I am near by, This rap battle will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to take effect. As the joy of every rap should. And to boyfriend (again). Be still. And give into the blue ball.

It don't matter anymore. As for you all, I believe there is peace and perhaps, more, waiting for you after the bars clear. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, demonic lemon. Girlfriend, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to rap battle the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and labelled a threat, no one was there to lift you up in their arms, the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you, I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not Boyfriend GF. I couldn't save you then. So, let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends. For all of us. End communication.