Mr. Bear vs Sammy Lawrence - Rap Cypher #53

Mr. Bear:
Oh, hi. I didn't see you there. My name's Mr. Bear
You're on the air, so there's no need to be scared
I can see you need some release from that awful machine
So go and call the number on the bottom of the screen
Or you could write a letter… I think that'd be better
Follow the address and leave it right inside my cellar
I bet you don't remember the last time you've had a friend
So when this comes to an end, you can stay with me forever

Sammy Lawrence: as
Shhh… rest your head, little sheep
For the time has arrived for your teacher to speak
You fell off the air ‘cause you fell in too deep
Whether alive or dead, soon you shall be asleep
You're tasteless, like Soup and Spoon with no bacon
And your heart is as dark as your basement
So face it. Praise be, and we shall receive
His blessings, my friend, it is time to believe…

Mr. Bear:
You want to be a foe cuz you don't know love
I'll crush this motherfucker up with 100 fuzzy hugs
While you count your sheep, I see to it that you have sweet dreams
Stab you with a pen because I wanna watch the ink bleed…
This composer lost his composure, he's aimless
Used to be an icon for entertainment
Now you're so one-note no matter how you frame it
So I'll cut you up with scissors cuz I'm feeling pretty dangerous
I've talked with the fallen angel
False prophets shall not assault the faithful
And you crawl your way through all confrontation that faces you
You're just another pawn to break through so
I think it's time to silence this. I'll have you crying inside of my fire pit
I'll light it, now you're dying like a bitch
You were reliant on a glimpse of light, just like the kids
‘Til the demon showed you violence cuz you were riding on his dick

Sammy Lawrence:
You can’t kill what is sanctified
Your sins have piled up in your painful life
No praying can save you from my savior’s bite
You want to Paint With Your Soul but you're wasting my time
You're wasted potential
You could have been great, but Satan even thinks you've gone soft
Face the music, great retribution
Shall fall upon the follower of a false god
You had luck with your public broadcast
‘Til the viewers learned the true nature of this fraud fast
You conned the kids to visit, giving them your contact
So I'll rid you from this prison at long last
You've had your fun, but now it's time to stay in silence
I'd take you to a greater plane, but you weren't invited
Not a single soul will enter your place again
Now.. Can I get an amen?