Final Slash (TMNT Shellshock Showdown Song 3 ~ Vs Shredder)

[Verse 1: Opening strike, sudden and sharp] No more riddles. No more flair. Your rhythm dies in open air. The storm has come. The blade is drawn. I fight until your pulse is gone. No crowd to cheer. No stage to win. Just shattered pride and soaked-in sin. So play your beat, make thunder weep— I’ll carve your name where legends sleep. [Verse 2: Aggressive cut-in, structure shift] Flash. Crash. Blades against the ash. Step. Fall. You’ve lost it all. Time. Broke. You’re outta hope. Last mistake— I do not choke. [Verse 3: Rhythmic and fluid] Steel sings when it meets the wind, Each note a scar, a mortal sin. I've fought through time, through clan and ghost, You fight for games—I fight the most. Your final verse? It’s drowned by rain, While I remain, through blood and pain. This blade don’t bend, this code won’t die— You hear that crack? That’s your goodbye. [Verse 4: Tempo drops for a second, heavy like thunder] One slash. One fate. No chance. Too late. You stood. You tried. Now fall. You lied. No song. Just storm. No words. Just form. You lose. You fade. I cut. I stay. [Verse 5: Rapid flow] I’ve shattered metal, scorched the land, My legend carved by armored hand. While you rehearse your viral plays, I train through night, through bloodstained days. That mic you dropped? A toy at best— While I wear fate upon my chest. This isn’t noise, or fleeting flash— This is the truth—my final slash. [Verse 6: Dragging syllables] Rain. Roars. Sky. Shakes. Every inch of you breaks. Hope. Gone. Time. Spent. I am war’s last instrument. No more rhythm, no more rounds— Only silence… when you're downed. [Verse 7: Choir flares – feels apocalyptic] This duel? A storm. This rooftop? A tomb. You rose with flash— You’ll fall in gloom. I won’t forget your final stand— But fate was never in your hands. The storm retreats. The victor stays. And carves his will in shattered praise. [Verse 8: tone is calm, chilling, victorious] I gave you time. I gave you war. But peace was never yours to score. You stepped in light, now drenched in ash— I end this tale with one last slash. The rain clears slow. The beat goes still. The sword withdraws—but keeps its will. So sing no more, fade with the crash… This was my code. My war. My Final Slash.