I hear not a sound and I've been asking around; No rhyme was found in the previous round. Waffle and Ban, in me you've no fan. We're inside a fire; fell outta the pan. You both think you're awesome. Ha! What a joke. Now make like a possum and pretend to croak. You see, you're both dead. I'm the master of this. You'll both run home crying, asking mom for a kiss. I've seen Waffle Smash, and I've heard BanMan's good. But you both suck at poems, so get out of my hood! You think you can diss. I'll burn you to ash! Mine aren't hit-and-miss; I've got quite a stash. You're both in nine, you're not what you think. This battle is mine, I'll win in a blink. There once was a time when you were admired, but the way that you rhyme, you'll both soon be fired. You're a lot like big stars, ya burn hot and burn fast. But you'd best do some research: the little ones last.