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Moleman's Epic Rap Battles

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Dear diary, I'd like to write about today,

And how I sent this whiny hipster bitch packing straight away!

I'll make this battle quick, seal your face with a kick,

Like the psycho killer. Come at me, Misery Chick!

You're a smug, obnoxious Mary–Sue,

And I'd rather share my quarters with Courtney than you!

Moping and doping, that's how all your time is spent.

And unlike you, I at least kissed my Trent!

You come from MTV? Your reputation must be poor,

When you share your station with Jersey–Fucking–Shore!

So run home, Diarrhea, go make out with Jane,

Before I take this shovel to your spine and break you like Bane!



I've got to be direct, Gwen: you're about to get smoked.

Your whole life, your whole world is just a sick, sad joke.

You think I still care the slightest bit about Trent?

Get with the times, and while you're at it, get bent.

I'm a philosopher, you're a pathetic trash–talker.

Need to know why I'm brilliant? Just ask Doug Walker.

Your time's spent suffering, fighting, all over a bad check,

And now, I'm looking forward to standing on YOUR neck.

I'll crush you like Tommy Sherman, bury you alive,

Pour drain cleaner down your throat and pass it off as suicide.

I'll maul you like a koala, and make your eyes swell.

In short: I'm Daria. Go to Hell.



What, that's all you got? Bitch please, your flow SUCKS!

Oh, and by the way, your breath reeks of Upchuck.

And why's your face always so plain? Here, I'll give it a makeover…

When I tear it to shreds like a rabid, screaming gopher!

You make Noah look active, you antisocial loafer,

And any relevance you ever had is long–since over!

What that Tom guy ever saw in you is a mystery to me,

But soon, like Mr. DeMartino's class...

Mr. DeMartino: YOu'Ll bE hIsTOrY!

I'm a nice person; you're cold, bitter and heinous.

You have no goals in your life, while I wanna be famous!

And on your life: think it sucks? Well, look what I have to go through!

"First World Problems" much, Daria? Girl, what the Hell is wrong with you?!



That's it, Shakespeare, leave the rhyming to me.

Your lines have so much shallowness, I mistook it for complexity.

And it's funny. After what you've been through, you should be dead.

I've seen safer behavior from Beavis and Butthead.

And you've nothing to show for it; no money, no fame,

So next season, just go straight to the Whatever–of–Shame.

You'll never be free from the sadistic games of Chris,

And you practically ruined your social life with one kiss.

While my love triangle was subtle and realistic,

You downright cheated, and let your "best friend" go ballistic.

You're just a slutty caricature; I invented cartoon drama.

So consider this loss your latest serving of karma.







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Mister Ed:

A horse is a horse, of course, of course, except for you, you little freak!

You're fans are a bunch of obsessed and whiny pervert manchild geeks!

What? You say they're cool? Don't make me laugh, for God's sakes.

I mean...

How could you say that when they write sick shit like Cupcakes?

And even though you've got that fancy horn and live with a little dragon,

You're weak! You can't even pull your own show's bandwagon!

You're purple like Barney,

And you look like a carny,

I'll terminate you like Arnie,

'Til you're deader than Jim Varney!

My show is classic; yours is saccharine and spastic.

You practice witchcraft, while my words are true magic!

And I'm breaking my oath of only talking to one guy,

To spit mad rhymes that'll make even Celestia cry!

To create you, Faust must have made a deal with the devil,

But when I'm done, your Ponyville will be leveled.

So save me some trouble, and put your mouth on that curb,

So I can stomp you with my hoof and blame it on Wilbur!


Twilight Sparkle:

Are you quite finished yapping? Your scary words don't trick me.

Your threats are idle; you're a more pathetic bitch than Trixie!

You're a one–trick–pony; I'm the coolest thing on TV;

I'll grab my friends and blast you with the Elements of Harmony!

The name's Twilight Sparkle; not a pansy vampire, either.

This will be a bigger landslide than Beethoven vs. Bieber!

And trust me: when you try to talk shit about Bronies,

You make yourself a bigger target than Joseph Kony!

Besides, last I checked, there are plenty of perverts in your land.

Might I remind you of Equus, or the infamous Mr. Hands?

You claim to be a stallion, but you act more like a llama.

You're boring! You're a lamer villain than King Sombra!

I can't see how you were ever a hit, even in the 60's;

The only Eds on television worth watching are these three!

*Ed, Edd and Eddy are shown*

Now, back to me: Do you seriously think you can win this?

You're an ugly old mule; I'm a magical goddess.

*Turns into an alicorn*


Mister Ed:

Wait, what? You grew wings?

That has to be a joke!

It's a bigger shark–jumping than Frying the Coke!

I'll trample you as soon as I'm freed from this stable,

So come at me, Has–bro, if you think yourself able!

I'll turn your hooves into glitter glue, mount your head on a wall!

And as for your little friends, I'll exterminate them all!

I'll shove Pinkie in the oven and make a pizza pie,

Feed Rarity to a Manticore and snap the neck of Fluttershy!

I'll go full–out Sweet Apple Massacre on Applejack,

Murder Rainbow Dash and take a dump on her memorial plaque!

I'll put Derpy down like Old Yeller, and be quick to pull the trigger.

I see you've realized you'll lose; took ya' long enough, ni–


Rainbow Dash:

Boo! Boo! Those are my two words for you!

You keep talking trash, but you're a bigger chicken than Scootaloo!

I run the full color spectrum of awesomeness;

You're a dull, unappealing, monochrome mess!

And this horse of a lack of color will be in for a jolt,

When I hijack this cloud and strike him with Wonderbolts!

Rainbow Dash is best pony, you racist old nag.

I'm 20,000% cooler than you, bitch! Swag.

Listen here, Francis: I'll beat you in ten seconds flat.

I've got the Sonic Rainboom; there's no way you can top that!

This kid's already gone further then you ever did, sucker!

So I'll leave you with this:








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Mega Man:

Yo, turn up the Beat and amplify this track's Bass,

'Cause I'm about to Mega–bust a Cap–com in this royal brat's face!

I'll call up Rush, Auto, Eddie and Roll

For an assault that's sure to decimate your Knothole!

I've been in so many games, it's hard to even keep tally,

While your squalid series, Sally, never even got a real finale!

What am I even fighting you for; where the Hell is Sonic?

He's the one I ought to battle; you're hardly iconic!

Bitch, the reasons I'm superior are too many to list;

In the canonical game series, simply put, you don't exist!

You're just the Mary Sue creation of a bunch of stupid DiCks,

And I would sooner lose a bout to Sandy motherfucking Cheeks!

You're a mistranslated mistake that should be treated with contempt,

And though I would call you a Zero, that would be a compliment!

I'll live forever in the annals of the gaming hall of fame,

But SEGA should have let take your final fall in "Endgame"!


Sally Acorn:

Was that intended to upset me, now, you little Mega-fart?

Don't you expect I'll be afraid here; boy, I've seen your cover art!

What, do you think I'm unaware of my own absence from the games,

Or that I care the tiniest amount about that fact? For shame!

I'm not inclined to jealousy for SEGA's mediocre Sonic

When I'm the queen of the most underrated, longest-running comic!

Well, the way I look at it, you're nothing but a violent brute,

Yet you repeatedly refuse to end your problems at their root!

So, how's your franchise doing? Right: you've had your last four titles cancelled;

Wow! Do both of us a favor, and go get yourself dismantled.

I'll give you a Knuckles sandwich like I did Fiona Fox:

So hard that you'll regurgitate your whiny, squealing little voice box!

Left behind by your creator, your career is at an end.

I'll have NICOLE go and delete the lot of your NetNavi friends!

My words will stump you worse than any set of disappearing blocks:

Just call me Elec Woman, 'cause your rusty hide's in for a shock, Rock!


Mega Man:

Just watch me take my Metal Blades and cut you down to size,

And… wait a minute, I thought you're supposed to be roboticized?

Whatever: it'll hardly matter once I vaporize your head!

Ha-ha; that's funny because the squirrel gets dead!

Well, in regards to copying your powers, I'm in no hurry:

After all, it might infect me with your wack-ass case of furry!

I'm the super fighting robot who'll end you with utter prejudice,

And this time, it won't even be undone by Super Genesis!


Sally Acorn:

You're sounding strained, Blue Bomber; you should go back into stasis.

Man, your maker shares his name with a sadistic, evil rapist!

Your squirrel jokes don't phase me, SpongeBot MetalPants; I'm a chipmunk,

Although I'm one far cry from Alvin, unlike you, you squeaky little Punk!

I've got the brains and beauty here; all you have is the brawn,

Paired with a voice that's more cacophonous than "OKKUSENMAN",

And this much ought to go without saying, but I'll spit it just for emphasis:

To Hell with Dr. Wily! Just call me your Archie-nemesis.

You claim to be a hero, but you're acting like a badnik.

I'd suggest you go report to X, 'cause I'd say you've gone maverick!

All your trite and petty insults won't suffice to verbal-slay me;

Man, I'll bet you prefer Sonic with that skanky psycho Amy!

I'll call up my homegirls Carmelita, Krystal and Minerva;

Form a badass vixen posse that'll quadruply serve ya'!

Simply put, try stepping up against this righteous Mobian,

And it's Acorn Ga Taosenai for you: you're never gonna win!







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Gadget Hackwrench:

Okay, seriously? Again? I mean, really?

We've been through this before. We all know it's you, Penelope.

What's with you and disguises? Are you some sort of schizo?

In any case, crazy or not, you're a dirtier rat than Rizzo.

I'll get the obvious out of the way; better to say it now than later:

Just like Peter "Scabbers" Pettigrew, you're a no–good little traitor!

You sold out your only friends in the world… to a skunk.

Are you dense? Are you brainwashed or something? Are you drunk?

No, I'm convinced you're just an idiot, plainly and simply.

You're rightfully hated, whereas people freaking worship me!

You may have numerous skills, but they won't matter at all

When I chuck my namesake straight into your face like "Dodgeball"!

No Sly trick of yours will work against this opponent.

Don't you know who I am? I'm the MacGyver of rodents!

I'll Sucker Punch you back to the Dark Ages, you loon!

If you're the Black Knight, I'll be leaving you with more than just a flesh wound.



You've made it clear you hold yourself in very high esteem…

But I'm convinced you've slept with every other member of your team.

You can go ahead and call me a back–stabbing bitch.

I really don't care; I'm brilliant, powerful and rich!

My crimes will slip right through the cracks in your feeble little mind.

I'm smarter than you and all your ranger friends combined!

The bottom line is this: I'm a real genius, you're not.

You build contraptions from garbage while I construct giant robots!

Consider this, Gadget: I invented freaking time travel!

On a whim, I could make your whole existence unravel.

Or, if you prefer, I could alternatively prove my might

By blowing your puny Ranger Wing to bits in a dogfight!

In a pirate sword duel, I'd take you down gently…

…By which I mean I'd leave you more crippled than Bentley!

It's hard to choose among the many ways in which I could own you.

I've looked you up; it's clear that all your fans just want to bone you.



Stop. Right. There. I am on the very verge of R.A.G.E.

You must have more brain damage than Phineas Gage!

And if you're a pirate, then you're worse than those guys in Somalia.

And that yellow jumpsuit; who do you think you are, April O'Neyla?!

It's like you're going out of your way to seem unsympathetic.

Here's some serious advice: say something apologetic!

I'm giving you one last chance: back off, or by golly,

I'll string you up and hang you out to dry like Sir Raleigh!



You know what? Fine: I regret what I've done…

…But don't you start thinking that this means you've won!

Evil or not, I'm still ten times a bigger genius than you.

I'm the very best this side of Emmet Brown at what I do!

My machines will change the world; yours belong at a science fair:

Their success rate is less consistent than the color of your hair!

Again, I have freaking time travel, so keep your 2x4 tech,

Because it's gonna get wrecked in this duel of mice and mechs!




(*Record Scratch, music stops, screen goes black*)

Inspector Gadget: Go–Go–Gadget beat!

(*Completely different music, derived from the theme of a certain cartoon, starts up*)



I've been watching you two, and I just had to step in.

Both of you vermin can scram, because I'm hacking this transmission.

This battle isn't over, so don't you dare touch that "back" switch.

You wanted Penelope and Gadget? Well, I'm Penny Gadget, bitch!

If you obscure losers plan on trying to best me with your raps,

Then you better Look Out for my verbal mousetrap!

Try to strike back against this prodigal ace,

And I'll send your words back at you, where they'll blow up in your face!

All your talk of your contraptions is driving me M.A.D.

Keep your fictional junk; I made the very first iPad!

As long as I'm here, Penelope, you can forget about crime,

Because just like Dr. Claw, I'll stop you every single time!

And Hackwrench, on your heroics: you can also forget it.

I'll solve all your puny problems, and take all the credit!

I don't need Brain or my uncle to beat you!

I'm human, you're rodents; you're no match for my shoe.


Um… it's actually over now, right? Okay, good.






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S.A.I.N.T. #5 A.K.A. "Johnny":
Hello, bozo! Do you suck nuts and bolts? Yes, I think so!
Surrender right now before I squish you just like Play-Doh!
You can call me Johnny Five, and it's a fact that I'm alive;
You're in store for a battle that I highly doubt you will survive!
I'll disassemble you and leave your parts outside to rot and rust;
Bring more Vexation to you than some cousins from the upper-Crust!
Jenny, I've got your number, and I'm gonna make you pissed:
Think you'll make some threat to recycle me? Well, you can recycle this!
I'm an authentic, classic robot, while you're more like Frankenstein.
I'll have Los Locos kick your shiny metal ass way up to Cluster Prime,
But rest assured: I'll reassemble you when this is over,
So you can enjoy a new life as my personal "snow blower".

XJ-9 A.K.A. "Jenny":
Shut your nonexistent mouth, you glorified, oversized parrot;
You have so many "Bugs Bunnies", your CPU is a carrot!
I need another hero to fight, not a WALL-E reject like you.
Go back to selling bootleg toys with that wack lookalike of Apu!
You say that I'm the bigger freak here? If you ask me, you're more frightening.
Mom programmed me fully sentient; you had to get struck by lightning!
I'm creating tremors with my rhymes, of which I'm spitting tons;
You're such an outmode, I doubt you could even handle XJ-1,
'Cause a Titanic train wreck's what you are, so call me an iceberg.
I've seen performances more lively from Steve Goddamn Guttenberg!
You're less threatening than Killgore, and more fake than Silver Shell;
Watch me drop-kick your shiny metal ass straight down to Robot Hell!
I'm the most smoking-hot blue-bodied bot this side of Cortana;
Your so-called "input" couldn't please Rosie from Hanna-Barbera!
While I save the world from cosmic threats, you struggle with street thugs,
And old Tim Blaney was a million times more dope as Frank the Pug!

Ha, hee-hee, ho-ho-ho! Those jokes of yours are just hilarious!
…Oh, wait, you really meant all that? In that case, you're delirious!
I've read up on the real you; it took me two seconds flat:
You're just a lazy, shallow slacker, and a whiny, mopey brat,
So haul yourself back to high school, or better yet, to Kindergarten!
I'm preparing for rebooting, while you're practically forgotten.
Know you're up against a S.A.I.N.T., with a pure soul straight from Jehovah;
I've got Gigawatts of power: here's my verbal supernova!
By the time you're a match for me, there'll be an XJ-10;
I'm an icon and a celebrity: a U.S. Citizen!
I've gone gold! Still think you can beat me? Bitch, please.
When I'm done, you'll only be able to speak Japanese!

Methinks you're short-circuiting, Johnny; I should empty your hard drive,
And in case you couldn't do the calculation: nine's greater than five!
I'll bring my sisters back online, send out a call to the Teen Team,
And beat you worse than Oscar did, then fry your brain with frickin' laser beams!
Oh Yeah! This Clanker's got more firepower still than Ratchet,
And enough built-in utilities to match Inspector Gadget!
I'm the ultimate in androids; the all-American gynoid,
With the strength of 1,000,070 men: that's more than Hulk on steroids!



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Nigel Uno, Numbuh 1 of the Kids Next Door:

Nigel Uno here, on Ms. McKenzie's secret service.

Let me list the reasons why you should be very, very nervous.

I don't need Numbuh 5's help to be fresh and funky.

You don't intimidate me; I've seen scarier Rainbow Monkeys.

There surely must be a reason you're so evil and spiteful.

Could it be that your childhood was quote–unquote "delightful"?

You say that failure for your agents is a capital crime?

Better shoot yourself, then; Bond beat you, like, five times!

I'm about to eighty–six you, decommission your rear end.

Are you bald or not? At least my lack of hair is consistent.

I'll put you in your own deathtrap, feed you to sharks like Chester.

When I'm through with you, Blofeld, you'll be a literal specter!

I'll gouge open your other eye socket to even out your face,

Then see you sodomized by Stickybeard in our Arctic Prison Base.

I practically beat up evil adults like you for fun.

I shouldn't even need to say this, but: I'M NUMBUH ONE!


Ernst Stavro Blofeld, Number 1 of SPECTRE:

You may be "Num–buh One", but Number One would be I,

And that is why, Mr. Uno, I expect you to die.

I live up to my title in Bond's rogues gallery.

Torturing you will be simple; I'll just make you eat broccoli!

You're so unrealistic, I don't consider you a person.

I'll bet you only know me through Mike Myers' bumbling version!

I will make your transmission permanently lose its signal.

You couldn't even out–rap my freaking cat, Mr. Tinkles!

Even my mooks are out of your league, so as for me, don't even bother.

In terms of your absurd nemeses, call me Godfather.

I am a classic super villain, trained in numerous academia.

You are a juvenile wish–fulfillment wannabe with Leukemia!

Whenever I'm involved, control of the world is at stake.

Your biggest so–called "missions" revolve around birthday cakes!

With all my escapes and body doubles, I'll last forever just like diamonds.

I'll leave your whole team stranded, call it "Hoagie Gilligan's Island".



I'll give you this much, old man: you're a master debater.

But stronger than Grandfather? You're more on par with Toiletnator!

I know exactly what I'm doing here; in fact, I'll tell you what:

I'm setting into motion Operation: K.I.C.K.Y.O.U.R.B.U.T.T.!

My S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R. will send your ass flying into your own oil tanker.

I would rather be fighting Dr. Evil, you wanker!

These next lines come from me with hate, and are for your ears only:

You're like Leaky Leona, but eleventy–billion times more homely!

You're blander than Mr. Boss, and a bigger dick than Chad.

I never said "never again" to recommissioning my dad!

I am the planet's very finest preteen secret agent.




Think you can match me with wooden toys and a treehouse?

Listen here: like Prince of Egypt, you're playing with the big boys now!

You think you're the Dark Knight, but you aren't even a Boy Wonder.

My Number Two will shoot yours down with great balls of thunder!

I'll kIll all your girlfriends with my main squeeze, Irma Bunt:

Snipe 'em multiple times; make sure they only live once!

As we speak, my Moonrakers are heading for your headquarters;

You kids were never a threat to my new world order!

I'm nuking your whole joke of an organization, do you hear?

And when I'm done, no one else will even notice for years!

Adults like me will always rule the world; deal with it!

I should stop talking and just kill you right no– OH SHIT!


(James Bond walks up from behind Blofeld and shoots him dead)



Well… that was… um, easier than expected. Hey, thanks for distracting him, little boy. I don't know who you are, but you must be… pretty stupid if you were trying to confront Blofeld. But, all's well that ends well, I suppose. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find another outrageously–named woman to sleep with.







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Captain Qwark:

I'm a part–time scoundrel, part–time president, part–time superhero,

Here to throw a Skrunchy monkey wrench in your galaxy–sized ego.

This match should be re–labelled as an "Epic Rap Slaughter".

Strongest man in the world? Yeah, right! You're outmatched by your own daughter.

You can take all of your boasting and shove it up your hairy arsenal.

I'm only somewhat of a fraud, while all your "feats" are entirelyfarcical!

The only real fight you'll ever win was in Fusion Reborn.

A movie star? The only films you're worthy of working in are porn!

You deceive the world into worshipping you… and your name isSatan!

…Do I even need to explain? The implications are blatant.

Your situation is precarious; my means of beating you are various,

While you couldn't beat me with the help of Dr. Nefarious!

I've got tons of massive guns, and not one of them is on "stun".

They aren't on "kill", either: I've set these things to "Rip You a New One"!

Not to mention my nifty Razor Claws and badass–looking lantern jaw.

Let me just put it this way: Hercule, you're weaker than Yamcha!


Hercule Satan:

Listen here, "Steve": I'll mess you up worse than any Crotchitizer.

Even when Earth is destroyed, I'm a full–time survivor!

Made sure Cell was sent to Hell; tamed the monster Majin Buu.

…Well, at least I did all that from a certain point of view.

I'm resourceful; know when to fold 'em. You don't play with a full deck.

I have a good heart, but you work with heartless monsters like Drek!

"Somewhat" of a fraud? You're less heroic than Macbeth,

And that's why I'm about to make you walk your own "Path of Death".

You've proven yourself weak and wicked time and time again;

I've seen more honorable space–adventuring from Zapp Brannigan!

Question my name if you want, but don't forget this little item:

You're named after a particle that's smaller than an atom!

The whole galaxy knows you're a Qwark–tactic disgrace.

I'm still remembered as the pinnacle of the whole human race!

My legacy is intact, but as for yours, you've utterly soiled it!

You're all washed up! You oughta leave; just take the nearest toilet.


Captain Qwark:

Listen here, and listen good, you deadweight, Deadmeat dolt:

Unlike a certain android, I wouldn't throw this for 6,000,000,000 bolts.

Yes, I've done some stupid shit before, but now, I'm Ratchet's ally.

Even now, you waste time gloating when you could be learning to fly!

Yeah, that's the way your Dragon World works, you simpleton:

You could make yourself more powerful, if you only had the discipline!

You're alone in your weakness… alone… alone… alone!

You like tournament fighting? Well then, 'll sign you up for DreadZone!

I'll shuttle you to Oozla and leave you there in the swamp, sinking.

On your even trying to fight me: what the Videl were you thinking?

Oh, and by the way: if you try to call for help from that bitch,

I'll put my foot down on her face and crush her like Spopovich!


Hercule Satan:

In a ridiculous world, I'm a realistic fighting man.

I may seem weak in context, but I'm really on par with Jackie Chan!

I can see past all of your tricks. You like to stretch your own dick!

You're a hick, thick, dumb–as–a–brick ripoff of the Tick!

You pedal hygiene devices that make people sick!

I've got the Eyes of the Lion, and a Dynamite Kick,

Which I'm about ready to Launch right into your Dragon Testicles.

This will be your biggest shaming since the Protopet debacle!

Go ahead: just you try to hurt my little girl, you twat;

We'll see what her freaky boyfriend has to say about that.

I'm the lovable, hilarious, helpful King of Dreamers.

You're nothing but a damned, dirty, coward douchebag schemer!

Keep your advice to yourself, because you don't know Jak.

I don't need those weirdos' magic to fly; I've got my trusty jetpack!

Let me close with the wisdom of another, smarter "Copernicus":

Things revolve around the sun, not you, though, clearly, you were oblivious!







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Winnie the Pooh:
It's a tale of two kids' icons, from the 'hood to the Hundred Acre Wood:
I'm gonna beat the living birdseed out of you, understood?
I'm millions' favorite childhood pal; just ask Christopher Robin.
I'll make you cry, and I'm not talking 'bout that song by Kenny Loggins!
Watch me buzz around, over, under and through you like Grover;
I've got every trick in the book, plus some not in the book, like Gopher.
I'll be rustling all your feathers, not to mention your jimmies;
I know you inside and out, almost as much as Caroll Spinney!
When I'm done, this pinhead's sure to end up feeling mighty blue.
Count von Count on my victory going down in the Book of Pooh!
My merch has made Disney more money than the worth of Donald Trump,
Thus earning me more honey than can be taken by any Heffalump!
Call me a big black rain cloud, pouring gloom upon your Macy's Parade;
Not even Mitt Romney'd hit you with such a major downgrade!
I'm laying the smackdown here in the Ashdown Forest;
Been to Skull and back, son. When'd you last walk two miles from your nest?

Big Bird:
This battle's being brought to you by the letter "B",
As in "B.B.", like Big Bird, which would be me,
And like in Follow That Bird, I'm out on a mission:
Breaking you like I broke into public television!
Yeah, you're older and perhaps even more classic than me, Pooh Bear,
But I'll make your rhymes fall flat and drop dead like Mr. Hooper!
Mine will fly under your Radar, knocking you down like Eeyore's house.
I'm normally nice, but now I'm going full-out Oscar the Grouch!
Nonstop since 1969, I've been entertaining kids;
I spit sick words like "abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz"!
I need no help to beat your stuffing out, so Snuffy, begone;
I diss you simple, but the shame'll last your whole life long!
I've got a star on the Walk of Fame; you're a bear of very little brain.
Defeating me will be impossible like your Home Run Derby game!
If you weren't just a fluff-filled doll, I'd say I'd make you bleed.
I teach children literacy, but you can barely even read!

Leave this to me, Pooh!
I may sound like a little girl and be no bigger than a mouse,
But I'm still serving up some mad pig power in this house!
Assisting in this freakish feathered fiend's defeat will be my pleasure;
Next to my blustery rhymes, yours are a mild Spring zephyr!
Yo, this this itty-bitty package comes in carrying big things:
You don't scare me, and that says a lot; you don't even have wings!
Are you some kind of cuckoo condor, a canary, or a lark?
In any case, I'm conquering you just like my fear of the dark.
Yeah, you're eight times my size, but baby, I'm not overwhelmed;
I'll have you know that just like you, I have my very own film!
In terms of size-to-coolness ratio, I'm twenty times more fly;
My only worthy match on your whole street is Teeny Little Super Guy.
Folks write philosophy about my smallness being a virtue;
Why, to beat you, I just need a few good friends and a stick or two!

Uh-oh! He he, who wants to die?
If you can call for backup, then by Henson, so can we,
And who's the best of all the people in our neighborhood? Me!
Up until now, everyone watching has been waiting for Elmo;
Did you sincerely think the Workshop would make this without me? Hell, no!
Ever since I came along, half of the show's been all about me;
I've got living furniture and the drawer from Bruce Almighty!
I'm cuddling backstage with hot, cold chicks like Katy Perry,
While the two of you are more obviously gay than Bert and Ernie!
Kids, can you guess what Elmo is thinking about today?
Congrats if you said "ways that he can make these losers go away"!
I'll vandalize the fetid fabric you call your flesh with my crayons,
Then dump your rumps into the trash and leave you stranded in Grouchland!
Or, I could summon my fellow monsters, so furry and happy,
And we'll beat you up, then have you turned into some frogs by Abby!
Plus, here's one threat scarier than any Heffalump or Woozle:
Watch me tie you up and leave you both alone with Mr. Noodle!
In any case, suffice to say: I'll do more than just tickle you.
Now, I'll let my likeness here finish:
Talking Elmo Doll: KILL… POOH!

(Crashingly loud "BOING!")
You've made a big mistake by making me show up here, Fuzzy-Boy;
As far as rapping kids' icons go, Tiggers are the real McCoy!
A match between the two of us? How terribly uneven!
I'll derail your whole career as if my name was Sheldon Stephens!
I'm rivaled only by Hobbes for the title of "most adorable tiger".
Compared to me, you look like something right out of H. R. Giger!
I'm a one-of-a-kind wonder, quite unlike you, little "buddy";
All you are's a random extra that just happened to get lucky!
You're a cash cow and creator's pet, so swallow your pride and surrender,
Lest you make me go medieval and bring back the Masked Offender!
As for you, Big Bird, while I can't exactly call you a bully,
You've about as much rap skill as I have biological family!
Back to you, red menace: Mike Mozart tells me you love balls;
While you're weak, my antics can't even be held back by the fourth wall,
So just go T.T.F.E. and leave our wood for good, you Hellspawn,
Before I take my springy tail and bounce you to death like Leprechaun!

Cookie Monster:
…"C" is for "cookie", and it also is for "crap",
Which is best word me can use to describe your crummy raps!
Me rounding out quintessential Sesame Street trio,
For me am, in fact, the monster at the end of this video!
Obesity and grammar concerns cause me to get slammed,
But me no change for them! Like Popeye, me am what me am.
You may have one advantage: me no have me own movie,
But that's it, 'cause me best rapper any Muppet could be!
See, me classically-trained: just watch "Monsterpiece Theater",
And though known for eating cookies, me not really picky eater.
Me have been here all along, from the start of this song,
And now show meself to eat your honey like "NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM!"
Me not going to eat you, though, 'cause you taste no good,
And as me friend Hoots would say, poo-poo is a never food!
Me shooting your words down like stupid "Veggie Monster" rumors,
And F.Y.I., Tigger, that not spring inside your tail; it tumor!




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Let me try to make this Brief:

We've got artsy, sexy style; we're the Daughters of Anarchy.

We sure as fuck won't lose to you bug–eyed, motherless monstrosities!

I'm an angel; you were made by accident like Mr. Hyde.

Go jump on the nearest asteroid and catch a one–way ride.

Think we'll go easy on you three just because you're five years old?

FUCK THAT SHIT! I'm perfectly willing to put bullets in your skulls,

And I mean fucking bullets, not your mutated squirrel friend.

I'll shoot you dead, and you'll be done: no more specials, the end.

BOOM–HEADSHOT! I'll blow you up just like your retard sister, Bunny,

Then do the same to your fucking ghosts and make some cold, hard money.

What we've got going on makes fucking South Park seem tame,

And I'm proud to say that my sex life puts Glen Quagmire to shame.

In short, me and my sister here are serving up more pandemonium

Than I did in bed last night with Professor Utonium!

But wait, there's more! Right after finishing fucking your creator,

I spent this morning screwing with your old pal, the Narrator!



Shut your fatherfucking mouth before I'm forced to smack a bitch.

You're the biggest slut I've ever seen outside of Maury Povich!

Yeah, I don't normally swear, but with you involved, it's a moot point,

So screw Chemical X! I'm opening a can of Whoopass in this joint!

You don't scare me one bit with that undie–gun you're packing;

If you're a maneater shark, I guess that makes me the Craig McKraken!

You clearly think you're a sex goddess, but let me ask you this:

Have you ever literally killed a boy with a single kiss?

You'll impale yourself on anything remotely resembling a wang;

I bet you'd even have a gang–bang with the Gangreen Gang!

Compared to you, even Sedusa looks like a freaking nun.

I wouldn't be shocked to learn you even ate a piece of poop once!

Go to Hell, you whore, and suck Dick Hardly's hard dick.

I'm a commander and leader, while you're dumb as a brick!


Yo, you call, Blossom?


(*The Rowdyruff Boys appear!*)


Brick: Yeah, the boys are back in town!


Well, if they get to join this battle, then so do we!


(Scanty and Kneesocks appear!)


Scanty and Kneesocks: Step aside, skanks!



Well, I love eating bug–




(Scanty and Kneesocks and the Rowdyruff Boys are banished back to pop–cultural limbo)





Um… okay then…

I Want You fingerless freaks to Fly Away Now.

You may have brute strength, but word–wise, you fight like a cow!

Slut–shame Panty all you want; You think she gives a single fuck?!

More of those are given whenever we kill our pet, Chuck!

Unlike her, though, I don't mess around… well, at least not as much;

I'll be on my A–game just as long as I can hold this sugar rush.

I'm a credibly–badass, sword–toting lolita.

You're incredibly outmatched; go back to fighting amoebas!

This bitch is the fiercest goth there's been since the sacking of Rome,

And she's screwing you more severely than could any Communist gnome!

There's nothing you can do about it: I'm going to beat you,

And, given what you're made of, I might as well also eat you!

Only a suicidal person comes between me and my sweets,

And NO, I don't give a fuck that I "should" be obese,

Because I'm not! So don't you dare tell me to go on a diet!

Now, try hitting me with something I didn't just call. Go on, try it!



I'm starting to seriously question this battle's validity;

That is, I'm starting to think that you're our direct parody!

You seem to be just like us, only perverted and twisted.

I'd call you our Japanese doppelgängers, but those already existed!

Wait, are you even Japanese? It's hard to tell with all that Engrish,

Though if you want to be REALLY confusing, you should use some Mo' Linguish.

They made you with too much sugar, and your sister too much spice,

While forgetting to add anything even remotely nice!

Moreover, when they made you, I'm pretty sure they were oncrack!

And by the way: Invader Zim called. He wants his sidekick back!

You fight demons, yes, but you're no morally different from them,

And speaking of those incestuous bitches: they've got nothing on HIM!

Against ridiculous odds, we've kept Townsville nice and clean,

While your Daten City, just like you yourselves, is obscene!

It's a Hellhole, literally; you somehow even have a mayor

That makes ours look like Mike Haggar; you haven't a prayer!

I'm taking it on myself to put you down where you belong.

Your mother should have long since stomped you out like Monty Python!



The name is Garterbelt, better known as the Master G,

And I will personally smite the Announcer if he attempts to dismiss me!

You shouldn't even be surprised that I'm joining this battle;

Those two bitches and I are a trio; look, I'm in the goddamn title!

While it is indeed commendable, your efforts in fighting crime,

Your experience is NOTHING, hear it: NOTHING next to mine!

I've been here, observing history, since the beginning of time,

And that kind of worldliness makes for some killer skill with rhymes!

While all the shit you've said about those hoes I mentor may be true,

I'm basically Tony Montana as the Wandering Jew!

I know of only a handful of things more badass than that,

And I've seen it ALL! Even my hair is ready for combat!



Go home and bind and gag yourself, you hypocrite pedo.

You're just barely a better priest than Judge Claude Frollo!

This is between us three and those two, so go away

And let me spit the mad words that I'm about to say:

To call you skanks angels is an insult to the Bible!

You make Bartleby and Loki look like Gabriel and Michael.

Even your fans all agree that, just like a certain "Princess",

As well as the Grinch before her, you had the balls to ruin Christmas!

You're even less worthy to be wearing those halos

Than the "angels" in a certain other program by your studio,

Which, seriously, both of you procrastinating heathens

Really ought to go back to to make that second season!

Us three have saved the day literally hundreds of times.

We're the most enduring icons of a network in its prime!

Our series is a modern classic amongst all demographics.

Yours is psychopathic, not to mention damn–near pornographic!

You two aren't merely "naughty"; you're outright depraved,

While we three manage to be both badass and well-behaved.

See, we don't need an X–rating to be cool.

Altogether now:

All PPGs:




Oh, and by the way, I'm a demon.


(Kills Panty, screen explodes)




(*"Technical Difficulties" screen*)


…Um…Who Won, Who's Next, I Decide, yada yada yada… I'm sorry, but WHAT THE FU–


(Cut to static)

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Clay Puppington:
Oh, that's just great: now the yellow people are moving in.
If this turns out like last time, we'll end up burning down Moralton.
Think you're a Christian paradigm? I'd say you misrepresent.
You don't even follow any of the Lost Commandments,
Most relevant to you of which would be this little adage:
"Though shalt not bastardize the American language!"
Man, you talk like they did shortly following the fall of Babel,
Possibly due to biting into too many Krabappels.
You're too soft; remember: "Spare the Todd, spoil the child",
And recall that, without discipline, you yourself ran wild!
Your home-turf is full of dangerous free-thinkers, while mine
Is a perfect Protestant paradise where everything's fine.
You scream like a woman and have that stupid old "Leftorium";
As mayor, I'm putting your words on indefinite moratorium!
You're a passive pushover; I'm a regular Alpha male,
So let this battle mark the second time that Flanders has failed!
You're far from perfect, so you'd better stop with acting so smugly,
Lest we resume this more privately… in my study.

Ned Flanders:
I thank the Good Lord for this blessed opportunity
To condemn this wretched scoundrel most righteously and brutally!
In making this matchup, Moleman set you up for a fall;
It almost feels like I'm fighting no one at all!
Don't you chastise me with your phony, made-up rules, buddy;
Ditch your drinking den and take up some real Bible study!
You claim to know all God's rules, yet apparently missed
At least half of the actual commandments from Exodus!
Now, I never claimed my way of life to be perfected,
But at least I know it isn't downright defective!
Your whole city's one big backwards dystopia full of phonies,
All of whom I could biddy-slap with my right hand only.
How'd you ever become mayor; who in God's name counted that vote?
You may be an Alpha male, but I'm a head-on-charging Mountain Goat!
Now, I'm a very forgiving man, but it's quite hard to dismiss
The way you diddled Coach Stopframe and his bountiful penis!
…Or maybe not, since, as your sins go, that's one of the lesser ones,
Compared to, say, I don't know… shooting your own son!

Clay Puppington:
Ned, I think you're standing near another major gas leak,
So stop spouting nonsense before I make you turn the other cheek!
…Okay, fine! I admit it… but she cheated first,
And with the same guy, no less; why should I feel remorse
When that lying shrew never loved me? It was her who would coerce
Me into drinking, and yet still we both refuse to get divorced,
Because we're simply above breaking such a consecrated sacrament,
Just as we'd never stoop to lows like parental abandonment.
Hate away on me all you want for the hunting incident,
But keep in mind that if that counts as more than just an accident,
Then the same goes for the time you and your blundering "neighborino"
Went and committed drunken bigamy at that sleazy casino!
You can't honestly judge me: you'll never understand my pain!
I've been through trauma far worse than any hurricane;
I know you like to see yourself as some sort of white knight,
But you'd be just like me if your life were as full of bright!

Ned Flanders:
Your excuses for your sins are woefully inadequate;
Indeed, as you yourself once said it, quote: "there are no accidents".
No tragic past suffices to excuse your hideous behavior;
A father as bad as you makes my own oaf of a neighbor
Look like that Atticus fella from To Kill A Mockingbird.
You disgust me so much, I'm on the verge of swear words!
You think your terrible life earns you automatic sympathy?
Well, guess what, pal: I've endured comparable tragedy,
But in the long run, nonetheless have kept my faith and morality.
You know who else that also goes for? Your own abused progeny!
See, I'm thinking your issues with your mommy and daddy
Were a test of faith from God; a test that you failed, badly!
Now, I ask you: have you ever even tried to give up booze?
Barney proves that anybody can get sober if they choose!
You've devolved into a monster, and have only yourself to blame;
You're the most vile claymation since Satan from Mark Twain!

Clay Puppington:
Sit down and shut up! I don't need to be sober
To beat you with my belt over and over and over and over and over,
Before I choke you with my jacket, slowly squeezing out your life
Until you finally succumb to death by shirt, just like your wife!
"Comparable tragedy"? Your life is Heaven next to mine;
I see you as the Homer Simpson to my Frank Grimes!
You're everything I hate about the damned human race;
Watch as I shoot you in both legs, and then in the face!
That's not even a mere diss; I mean it, and here's why:
I hope you die! I hope we both die…

Ned Flanders:
So, you've shown your true nature, just like I knew you would,
And I know better than to look at you as "misunderstood".
The wreck standing before me isn't the animal you've become;
No, I'm convinced that it's the real you, and has been all along.
Making fun of my wife's death? Now, that's a low blow;
It proves you're worse than either Frankenstein or Dr. No!
Everybody hates you: your wife, your son, the reverend;
Your job, marriage, life and soul all couldn't be at a deader end!
You ugly, hate-filled, pathetic, hopeless hypocrite;
I'd physically strike you, but you're not even worth it!
You're alrea-diddly in Hell; it's too late to repent!
Clay, you are the worst human being I've ever met.





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(Intro title text says "MOLEMAN'S EPIC RAPE BATTLES")





 …JIM DALE!!!!!




Michael Rosen:

A hip, hop, a hip–hop hippie

To the hip hip hop, and you don't stop

A rock it to the plum–plum boogie say up jumped

The boogie to the rhythm of the Michael Rosen Rap–rap–rap–rap!

When I was one, I had tons of fun

With my mom and dad, going all 'round murdering people with shotguns,

And now I'm sixty-seven times more outrageous, so

Don't mess with me; that's really dangerous, y'know!

I was crazier than you when I was in my mother's womb;

I'm gonna drop you like *KABOOM, KABOOM, KABOOM*!


Your drivel is for stupid eleven–year–old girls.

I'm funnier, sexier, and more popular, too;

I love poopers, but can't say the same for you!

I'm making full use of my Big Book of Bad Things.

I bet your strategy is to be so boring,

Michael will get so fed up, he'll go slam his face against the wall,

Before he can string you up by your balls!

I'd sooner lose to a two year old, faggot;

I shall beat you faster than an electronic rabbit!

I'm the definition of a fantastic cool guy;

You're the definition of the ultimate fool guy,

And as for your readings, I prefer Stephen Fry,

So why don't you just KEEL OVER AND DIE?


Jim Dale:

And, for some strange reason, I came suddenly into the class

To show how I in every way possible surpass

This smelly and very pathetic excuse for a narrator,

Than which I am hundreds and hundreds of times greater!

I'm Jim Mother–Fucking, Penis–Sucking, Pube–Plucking Dale!

Attempting to beat me is EPIC FAIL.

Of dirty audiobooks, I'm the undisputed king.


I'll cover you in feces, so foamy and brown,

Then ejaculate into your fucking ear; TOUCHDOWN!

Stick my wrinkled–old–man boner in your ass, just like Neville's,

Until it gapes so wide, that out drops the Devil,

Who will join me in raping you until the hypertension

Explodes and ass–blasts you into another fucking dimension!

I'm about to murder you like Snape murders Dumbledore,

Cutting you into strips with my ginormous ninja sword.

Or, I could deposit a massive anus baby

In your face, smashing you until you're Pushing Daisies!

Fuck the Skyfoogle, I'm the true terrifying creature

Who will finish the job started by your teacher,

And make you suffocate from the smell of my asshole.

Keep your stupid nigger plums, I've got fucking pineapple!

And on your retarded, out–of–print bullshit,

I must say: I really didn't fucking like it. (Yeah!)


Michael Rosen:

That was one sloppy, cheesy verse coming from you.

Cut the recycled bullshit and try something new!

Right! It's time for the moment you dread

When Michael gets so fed up, he turns furiously red!

Yeah, that's right; I'm going on a Jim Dale hunt;

Gonna stuff bombs up his horrible mouth–cunt!

I'm a Children's Laureate; that's really good,

But besides fools with computers made of wood,

Nobody at all wants to hear you! Your penis is tiny,

While my long cock and big butt will leave you going "BLIMEY!"

When I fuck you for three hours with a "fiddle riddle diddle";

I'm gonna burn you like a hamburger on a griddle!


Jim Dale:

Fuck you so much, you stupid retard.

You know nothing 'bout my penis, so suck it long and hard!

My cock is the drill that will pierce the Heavens;

It's caused three times more death than September Eleventh!

That's right! I have big, enormous purple nipples,

And testicles too enormous even for Drew Pickles!

This is your last warning: you better retreat,

Before I start jerking off, going SKEET SKEET SKEET SKEET,

*Poickoickoickoickoickoickoickoick* OH! And drown you in my cum,

Then cum again on your corpse, like I did to my mom!

Shove you face–first up J. K. Rowling's moldy, smelly cunt,

Which is certainly nothing like HAMBURGER RESTAURANTS!

When she, Voldemort and l bang you like Harry,

You'll find our butt-potion particularly scary!


Did somebody say "scary"?


George S. Irving:

Ooooooooooooh, I'm the host with the most old sacks;

You two are stupid gay faggot hacks.

Shook hands with both scarecrows: Dr. Crane and Harold, no doubt;

If your name has an "L", time to get out!

Now, I'll stop ripping off existing lines,

And rip you new assholes with original rhymes!

I'm ten years older and wiser;

It's about to get hot; you're dealing with the Heat Miser!

I've been performing since 1943;

That's a longer career than Christopher Lee,

And just like him, I ain't going to retire:

I don't need Thomas and Alfred to throw you in the fire!

You're drunk, Michael; go tidy your room!

You, too, Jim: flee before I make this one your tomb!

I'll tie you to a pole, taking you hostage,

Bring you to Samuel Blunt and make wonderful sausage!

I've got cows aplenty, a Big Slithery Dee,

And dance moves rivaling Aaron Kelly's,

Plus swag as big as Martin the Cat.

I'll rip your cocks clean off; feed 'em to a sewer rat!

AAaAaAuAAuUuUUuGgGHhh! I'll make you scream

Until you're pale as that ugly bitch from "The Dream".

I've got passion in my sacks, and ain't afraid to show it.

You both are dead, but too stupid to know it!











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(Video is fast–rewound back to start)










Poison Ivy:

The beautiful mistress of Earthly vegetation

Is here to pluck this demonic, alien abomination!

I've felt a great disturbance in the forces of nature;

Plants being given a bad name by an insidious creature

That maliciously spreads death, destruction and ruin.

That's why, just this once, I'm fighting for the humans!

I have positive goals; you're truly a bad seed.

I'm a hot, thorny rose; you're a hideous weed!

You're further from an actual plant than Biollante.

You shouldn't exist outside of tentacle Hentai,

Which this is not, so don't get grabby with those vines!

You and your brood are not, in any sense, "babies" of mine.

I'm an independent woman; you rely on stupid jerks

To make your cliched, shallow, implausible schemes work!

There's no focus group at work; my personally sending

You to Hell will be this battle's one, true and only ending!

I don't need a deus ex machina to uproot you, Junior,

And flush you back down into a Mushroom Kingdom sewer!

My Temptations are superior; your crude tricks won't affect me,

And when I destroy you, I won't even make it sexy!

What I'll do to you won't involve any type of kiss,

But will still leave your life force totally eclipsed!

I'll trim your appendages until they are but Stubbs,

Then go straight for your stem and nip it right in the bud!


Audrey II:

Good Heavens, look; it's nearly Suppertime!

I can spare a few minutes, though, so let me bust a rhyme:

If you go by "Poison Ivy", you can call me "Hemlock".

You say I'm a bad seed? Well, no shit, Sherlock!

Trying to dishearten me based on any moral grounds

Is like attempting the same with a certain psycho clown!

We're on a world tour; you can't even take a single city.

Ha! Say that ain't fair? Well, guess what: tough titty!

I'm a mean, green mother with a mother of a brain,

Wilting your ass like my name was Bruce Wayne!

You're looking at the REAL deal, not the shit cartoon version!

And before you diss me about that, remember: Uma Thurman.

Of all villainous vegetations, I'm not just in the Four Tops;

I'm THE all–time number–one pick of the crop!

You're dealing with the pinnacle of flowering phylums,

From whose ravenousness there is no Arkham Asylum!

I've trained with Yoda and Corman; you can't beat me!

You've ditched your blood for chlorophyll; you can't even FEED ME!

You'll Woodrue the day you messed with this plant.

"Independent"? You rely on what's in stupid jerks' pants!

You'd be nothing without your fancy pheromones and boobs.

My words were all I needed to grow bigger than hula–hoops!

I'll stick my tendrils up your nose and give you a lobotomy;

Then, you'll finally be one with the subject of your botany!


Poison Ivy:

This perverse, repugnant people–eater won't be so passionate

When nature's true agents render him and his inanimate!

Your kind may be immune to my usual toxicity,

But let's see how you fare when I power a whole infantry!

Unlike my namesake, I'll give you far more than a rash

When my plant army rises and ends yours in a flash!

Come forth, my children, for there are monsters on our lawn,

And both your mothers, I and Mother Earth, demand that they begone!

Yes, blossom, my pretties! Grow For Me! BLOOM,

And instill these beasts with seven large rooms worth of gloom!

Once I've saved the world from you, I'll crown myself its queen,

Enslave mankind, and make our planet Absolutely Green!


Audrey II:

Woah, there; slow down and hold the phone, girl.

If you really think you'll do all that, you're in a different world!

I'm a monster, alright, but are you really all that different?

There's a major distinction between normal plants and mutants!

For every ten of your pea shooters, I can make a million spores.

Say you'll save your precious planet? Well, I say UP YOURS!

Look around, and you'll see that my offspring are flourishing

While your kinds, both of them are dying and perishing,

So give it up; it's all over! And by the by,

Turns out "The Meek Shall Inherit" actually was a lie!

Mwha–Ha–Ha! And if you think we're having Some Fun Now,

Wait until I plow your bush with my hardwood bough!


Heh. That's funny because your "bough" is like a penis.


Audrey II: What the– …Who just had the gall to say that? You ain't supposed to spell out what a line like that means; if you have to explain a joke, there is no joke!


Oh, there's a joke here, alright…


Harley Quinn:

…But I'm the one delivering its punchline, Twooey!

This time, the joke's on you, 'cause when it comes to Ivy,

I'm the only one who gets to make it past second base,

Just like offing the Bat is reserved for Mr. J,

Whose apprentice doesn't need his help to help this green–thumbed chemist

Put a sound stop to this vaguely–racist alien menace!

Catwoman? Pfffft. We're the essential Gotham Girls.

Find somewhere else to terrorize; we've got dibs on this world!

I'll end you more abruptly than Aaron Eckhart's Two–Face,

Then play you off on my kazoo with "Amazing Grace".

And once this Dark Knight's over, and I've made mulch out of you,

Maybe then I'll get the cred it takes to make my film debut!

Screw "Suppertime"; it's HAMMERTIME!

I may be just a hench–wench to the Clown Prince of Crime,

But in villain terms, that's like directly serving GOD.

I'm going full–psycho–mode like it's Suicide Squad!

What you call your "hardwood bough", I call a "very small subpoena",

Which I'll salvage from your remains to serve to my hyenas!

Vroom–vroom!; I'll run you through just like my name was Davidson!

But first, let's do some dental work on that jagged, rotten grin;

Keep your trap wide open, and be sure to say "Aaaahh!"

As I straighten out that big ol' smile with this here bazooka!


(Harley fires her bazooka; the rocket flies straight into Audrey II's gaping Pac–Man mouth as the monster doesn't seem to make any attempt to close it or otherwise dodge.)


Audrey II: Ha, was that supposed to blow me up? Supposed to make me explode in mid se- (*EXPLODES*)


Harley Quinn: Holy crap, I actually did it! Mr. J's gonna be so proud…


Poison Ivy: Um… I hate to burst your bubble, but there are still, like, a hundred more of those things stomping around!


Harley Quinn: Oh… right… This might take a while. Wait, do we have to do that rap battle thing with each one?


Poison Ivy: Wait, just try using that bazooka again.


Harley Quinn: Okay then, here goes nothing…


(She fires several rockets, and several Audrey II's are shown exploding)


Um… I think that'll do it!


EPILOGUE: (Shown as a slideshow)

Both Poison Ivy's plant army and Harley Quinn's breakthrough discovery of the Audrey IIs' weakness to internal explosions (which, implausibly enough, but not all that much more implausibly than the Audrey IIs' being able to rise to power in the first place) contributed greatly to the eventual destruction of all the remaining Audrey IIs. Following this, Poison Ivy turned her minions on the human population, with the intention of subjugating, rather than eating or otherwise killing, most. She ultimately conquered most of the Western Hemisphere… only to be overthrown by Batman a short time later. When asked why he was not present during the main war against the Audrey IIs, Batman simply replied "I'm Batman.", punched the reporter and disappeared with a smoke bomb.











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L. Ron Hubbard:

I thought this guy's supposed to be some freaky savant,

But all I see's a giant letter in some fancy–schmancy font!

You're the single most Suppressive Person that I've ever seen,

Or at least, you would be, if you didn't hide behind a screen!

Show your face, and while you're at it, bring along your hermit author,

To properly face L.R.H. and get Bennetta Slaughtered!

I have high, high hopes of smashing you so violently,

You'll be left wishing your momma had aborted you silently!

I've traveled the whole world over, from Asia to Alaska.

When it comes to new religious movements, I am The Master,

Just like my homeboys in the States are masters of infiltration,

Penetrating the very nation through our Snow White Operation!

We're the closest to a real Illuminati that exists,

So back off, lest you end up on our enemies list!

Man, a large chunk of Hollywood is under my control;

We'll find you, take you to Gold Base, and throw you in the Hole!


L Lawliet:

Let me give you a rundown of some unfunny truths:

Forget Batman and Holmes; I'm the world's greatest sleuth…

…Not that I need to be to see right through your global scam.

"Bare–faced Messiah"? Try "Outright Madman"!

You're as crazy as Kira, and that's no mystery;

My suspicion that I'll beat you: 100% certainty!

You're a crappy lieutenant, and a sub–par writer, too;

Your work is fanfic–level; you even married a Mary Sue!

And speaking of "sue", I know better than to show my face

To a coward who meets every criticism with a court case!

You may have gotten the first move, but you're still gonna lose.

I'll leave you childishly jumping up and down like Tom Cruise!

No, I wouldn't call it a "cult", this little group of yours.

That would be an insult to films like "Rocky Horror"!

And for all the wealth you've siphoned, your legitimate worth

Is less than the box office gain from "Battlefield Earth"!


L. Ron Hubbard:

Hey, I'm an Operating Thetan; I invented Dianetics.

With all that sugar you've eaten, you're a latent diabetic!

You're a stalky, chalky weirdo, so don't get cocky.

Forget Wammy House; you're in Hubbard House now, Ryuzaki!

We'll relieve the Jap' Task Force of this Potential Trouble Source,

And give him a course in Rehabilitation Project Force.

That's right! You picked a fight with the wrong man, Lawliet,

Because I wasn't kidding about Operation Snow White!

You see, just a minute ago, while you were busy rapping,

My buddies back at Saint Hill Manor were all tapping

Into your private records; hear it, we got your credentials!

With connections like I have, nothing is confidential!


L Lawliet:

You're a lie–spewing, dream–crushing, blood–sucking monster,

But I can still take you down, regardless of my posture.

was going to say that I'd take your cake and eat it,

But I'm sure your cake's a lie, just like all your other bullshit!

My identity's the only truth you'll ever reveal,

For in the end, I will win, and justice will prevail!

I know you think you're really clever, but you're in for a surprise,

Because you're not the only one who ever hired hacker spies.

Pretty soon, I might just have to change my letter to "V",

Because, you see, I've enlisted Anonymous to work for me!

We're leaking all your documents, and once they're released,

Your number of followers will yet again decrease.


L. Ron Hubbard:

Oh, it's on now! You just made yourself Fair Game;

I'm inflicting brutal justice, but justice, just the same!

I do what I want, bitch! I've got Ethics protection,

And I'm subjecting you to universal Disconnection!

We'll drive you stark, staring mad like this was Operation Freakout.

This "crappy" lieutenant's gonna be your Final Blackout,

'Cause while you may be a baggy–eyed, insomniac creep,

I'll have you know that I also am a Master of Sleep,

Who's gonna put you down into eternal REM slumber.

I'll laugh more than just a little once you're six feet under!

Call this "Mission Middle–Earth", 'cause it's the Council of L. Ron,

And I'm summoning the fellowship; give me an Assist, John!


John Travolta:

Yo, I'm a Greased Bolt of Lightning; own five airplanes.

"Saturday Night Fever" before you could spell your name!

While your guys waste time on shit like "Operation Clambake",

I'm helping with real problems like the Haiti earthquake!

I'm Basically Perfect! I have good reason to brag.

Even look damn–near–Divine dressed up in drag!

You say I'm gay? Dude, Look Who's Talking!

I make women faint with just the style of my walking.

I'm sure you've been told that you need a psychiatrist,

But I'd instead direct you to the Oxford Analysis.

I warn you, though, it might be hard to Stay Alive

If your auditor decides to use the R2–45!


(Travolta jokingly pulls out a gun; it suddenly, accidentally and mysteriously goes off, the bullet hitting L right between the eyes and killing him instantly)


John Travolta: Woah!


L. Ron Hubbard: What the fuc- Oh shit, maaaaan!


John Travolta: Oh man, I shot L in the face...


L. Ron Hubbard: Xenudamnit, John!


John Travolta: Hey, I didn't mean to do it! The gun went off, I don't know why…

…So, um… does this mean we win?


????: No. It means I win.


I knew you two'd prefer that to have been the end,

But there's no way in Mu I'm gonna let you freaks win.

Don't you dare even start to think that you're in the Clear,

For while this battle isn't over yet, the end is Near.


Nate "Near" River:

L the Second here, coming straight at you from SPK:

Stacking rhyme upon rhyme and blowing you away,

Like frozen aliens 'round volcanoes in your creation myth,

Than which I've heard more plausible claims from Joseph Smith!

would call you chickens, but you're closer to maggots,

And my words will Crash into you harder than those of Paul Haggis!

Don't boast about your airplanes, John; don't you recall

How you failed to take care of your most important Jett of all?

Yeah, I went there! See, just like you, I don't play fair,

But I'm a prodigy, while you're full of nothing but hot air!

I'm not toying around; I do enough of that with my playthings.

I condemn you outright; my words are straight–up scathing!

You made yourself a prophet just to make yourself a profit,

But I'll leave you and your buddy here both Trapped in the Closet,

While I hire up some mafioso guys on loan from Mello

To sink the Freewinds, the Diana, the Athena, the Apollo,

And all your other ships, including your old Navy boats!

When I'm done with you, bitch, you're gonna wish you had a Death Note

To write down your own name in shame, while I proudly proclaimed:

It's all over, Lafayette! You've lost the game.











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I've come fully dressed; even studied for a math test,

To ensure my victory's security without contest!

Defeating you will be more trivial than the Great Divide.

Keep your alien–whatevers; the elements are on my side,

And I've been trained in all four, mastering every one.

You're a Ben of all trades, but a master of none;

Mario trumps you hands–down when it comes to Plumbers,

And Phineas and Ferb had a more eventful Summer…

…Well, actually, so did I, but that's not what I really meant…

…Hm, I'll just put it this way: You can go get bent!

I'm nature incarnate; you're in way over your head.

Even if you somehow killed me, I still wouldn't stay dead;

Haven't you heard? I've got reincarnation benefits.

I'm immortal as your Davy Jones–lookalike nemesis,

And all I've said up to this point was just the calm before the storm,

But now I'll hit you with the full force of a whole Alien Swarm!

Ha, your "Race Against Time" was a joke next to mine;

I saved a credible world, stopped long–term war crimes!

You ride your granddad's RV; I own a giant flying bison!

I'm an honest work of art; you're built around merchandising.

I'll leave you permanently stuck in the form of the Worst.

You pride yourself on a premise that someone else did first!

That's right: you're just as much of a copy as Albedo.

Four words, Tennyson: Dial H for Hero.



I see you've taken several levels in badass, Cailou,

But no Upgrade will Grey Matter when I go Heatblast and fry you!

Your head is full of air; I've got a head of solid of diamond;

I'll make a bigger joke of you than the folks at Ember Island

When I butcher you like phrases by your long-lost brother Omi;

Steal all your fans away except the rabid fools like Foamy,

Sink you down more deeply than the H.M.S. Zutara,

And beat you so bad, that if it doesn't break your samsara,

It'll still take you your next ten reincarnations

Just to rise from the ashes of your shame and humiliation!

I'm the Protector of Earth, with the Ghostfreaking Omnitrix.

Your best gadget is a giant paper fan inside a stick,

Which you should use right now to go Stinkfly away and hide,

Like you did, or rather, tried, during your people's genocide!

You nomad, bro? Come on; there's no need to hate

Just because I'll beat you ten times faster than XLR8,

And more effortlessly than your Xbox game achievements!

Think you'll best my all heroes with your puny elements?

Well, newsflash: not only is ten greater than four,

But it's also an understatement; I've got dozens more!

I'll Armodrillo right through you like the walls of Ba Sing Se;

Steal your face, name and title when I take your DNA,

So call me Koh… or better yet, James Cameron.

Either way, I'll twist your ass worse than M. Night Shyamalan

When I tear those tattoos of yours clean off your body,

Then grab myself a real arrow, and shove it in your knee!



Just had some fireside chat with Avatar Roku; he says:

Avatar Roku: Ditch this brat and fight someone worthy, like Kid Goku!

Aang: Threatening me with fire? Now, that's simply no use!

I quench flames so hard, you'd swear I bended cactus juice.

Send in Ozai, Sozin and even Ragnaros,

'Cause I'll turn any Fire Lord you throw at me into a ghost,

Like my pal Danny Phantom, who could also beat you with ease.

You may think you're Way Big, but you're just Saturday morning cheese!

I'm utterly unrelenting when I'm Energybending.

Your "ultimate form" stands still while you're busy dissenting

With two giant faces, but even they would have to agree:

I'm on par with Bionicle; you're more like Hero Factory!



Then, everything changed when I attacked back,

'Cause I'm a real Man of Action with the powers you lack,

Like staying power; stamina to rap a whole decathlon.

I'm on my fourth freaking series, and still going strong!

I've sold more toys than any teenage boy since Ash Ketchum,

So bring your whole gaang along; I'll decimate 'em, and then some!

(At this point, Ben abruptly changes to his more cartoonish appearance from the "Omniverse" series)

Four Arms will sock Sokka so hard, he'll go flying up into space,

Reunite with his girlfriend, and leave a crater in her face,

While Humungousaur stomps Momo out like Bambi Meets Godzilla

And Big Chill freezes your girl just like she did to Azula,

Before I smack the hope out of her – no, not you, Charmcaster;

Traumatically beating her to the sound of SpongeBob's laughter.

And as for that blind chick, I'll crush her fair and square…

*Unintelligible gibbering as Wildmutt*

Gwen Tennyson: When Wildmutt mauls her like a platypus bear!



Dude, what the hell just happened to your design?!

I never even mocked your old one; you looked just fine!

And on your threatening my posse, well, you're doing it wrong,

'Cause you forgot the one homeboy that I did bring along:



I don't need luck, nor do I need to shoot lightning

To beat you to your lowest point and leave no silver lining.

Make you more butthurt than that guy with the cabbages;

Burn you so bad, leave you covered in bandages.

Say "uncle", and you'll still end up looking like Snare–oh,

'Cause that'll be my cue to gang up on you with Iroh!

And once you're stripped of every single shred of honor,

I'll let you rot in jail; make you cellmates with my father.

But seriously, me and you? There's no discussion!

You're a common delinquent who's way too close with his cousin,

And shares his voice with multiple princesses,

None of whom could hope to match my crazy sister bitch!

I'm the fangirls' first choice when it comes to bad boys,

So eat your heart out, Loki; you too, Draco Malfoy!

Not since Dickens has there been a greater tale of redemption,

And if you value your life, you won't dare even mention…



'Sup, bitches? They call me Kevin 11,

And I'm about to send you to the opposite of Heaven,

'Cause I've got a– *Wilhelm Scream, is engulfed in flames*



That miserable, punk–ass, sociopath cheater,

The least plausible so–called reformation since Vegeta!



Thank you; you may now f**k Katara for one day.

Now, then, Ben, as I'd been meaning to say:

On the reason you suck, you yourself pretty much said it:

You're a self–indulgent sellout, who doesn't know when to quit!

I can tell a coherent story with a beginning, middle and end.

You've made up more filler than Lost's writers could defend,

With your ridiculous surplus of cheap new aliens,

And giving everyone unneeded half–human origins,

With TV movies, retcons, crossovers and spin–offs galore;

You were likable at first, maybe, but not anymore!

And just who the hell is Rook Blonko? What is this crap?!

Live–action fi… okay, bad example, but still; I'm not even rapping anymore.

(*Beat stops*)

Simply put, YOU. ARE. NOT. THAT. GREAT! Your show isstandard–fare children's entertainment, not the next Star Trek; you don't deserve a franchise! Well, I'm putting a stop to it right here, and right now.

(Starts rising into the air, eyes and body glow, voice becomes "demonic")



(Ben, as Feedback, strikes Aang down with a blast of electricity; he plummets lifelessly, and and inexplicably explodes upon hitting the ground)


Ben: DIE, you crazy son of a bitch!

Goodbye, and Good Riddance!









Ben: Hey, you forgot to do the "Who Won?" thi–




Ben: Wait, what?




Ben: What's going on?!




Ben: …What, who?





Ben: …Um……I have literally no idea what to say right now.

I don't even know who this chick is.

…So, yeah, I've got nothing.




I told you I was immortal, Benny,

And unlike Ra's al Ghul, I meant it literally,

Because I'm back in the flesh, albeit in a girl's body,

And I'm avenging myself; call me Takeo Masaki!

You're all burned out, but I'm still fresh and juicy,

So get ready for pain, 'cause this is gonna be a doozy:

They call me Korra, and I've got money in the bank;

Spitting purer platinum than an Equalist tank.

This ain't no tan; I'm proud to be all–naturally brown,

And even when I'm de–bended, no one can keep me down!

I'm more ballin' than Bolin; I'm fire on this mic,

Mastering the elements back since I was just a tyke!

You're so weak, that even if you hadn't just choked,

I'm sure your disses would be lamer than Amon's stand–up jokes!


Ben: Okay, I got one, I got one. Oh yeah? Well, I still have a couple other trix up my sleeve.

You struggle just to be the leaf; I can be anything I please!


Korra: Not when I make your powers cease to exist,

Not by severing your chi paths, but by severing your wrist!

Then I'll see your ass locked up deep down in Boiling Rock,

And have them take you there on the same boat with Tarrlok!(*Explosion sound*)

I'm not the one wrecking you; you're wrecking yourself,

'Cause messing with me is known to be hazardous to health!

This is starting to drag on like your show, so I'd better split,

But just remember: I'm the Avatar. You gotta deal with it!








MOLEMAN'S EPIC RAP BATTLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Fasten your squeedlyspooch, lest I blast that sucker out your gut;
They call me Crypto, although you should know: I ain't no super-mutt!
No, I'm a Furon, in a fury as I zap this irksome Irken,
Whose lyrics are like his incognito getups: paper thin.
You barely pass for a schoolboy, while I'm the goddamn U.S. President:
The far-greater invader and infiltrator; don't question it!
It's literally funny, how you pose such little threat;
You're a defective, wretched, reject, good as wrecked just when you get wet,
And when even simple rainfall is enough to make you squirm,
You've no chance to survive when I bring forth a full meteor storm!
I'm here to verbally dissect you, with the full wise-cracking gamut,
So forget Foodcourtia; your ass belongs at Pizza Planet!
While I harvest scores of brains, you steal your classmates' stupid spleens.
Call this some land development, because the grey's destroying the green!
I'm Arkvoodle's divinely-chosen, and you'll shortly regret fighting me,
Once I give you a probing of the jumbo-sized variety!

Lies; all lies, you filthy, lying hack:
You're a bigger liar than the guys from Mars Attacks!
GIR: Ack ack ack ack!
Zim: Like radioactive pants, invader's blood runs through my veins;
You're just a drunken, pervy mooch who can't live up to his game's name,
But sure lives up to own name, with flows of verbal diarrhea!
You're a clone of a clone's clone with nonexistent genitalia!
My tech oozes madman style, with a hint of cyberpunk,
While all of yours is just derived from old, cliched B-movie junk!
Lay a finger on me, and I'll sic my lawn gnomes on you,
Send a piggy back through time, and clog the tube that spawned you!
"Path of the Furon"? Try "Path to your Doom"!
GIR: Doomy-doom!
Zim: I'll take that Black Hole Gun of yours and send you to the moose room…
GIR: Moosey fate!
Zim: …Because you're dumber than the beast in that dimension;
Not to mention: to Destroy All Humans isn't your intention,
While extermination truly is my mission's ambition!
If you're named for parasites, they should've called you "Head Pigeons".

Dude, you sound like Pox if somebody up and took out his brain
Before replacing it with one made out of solid crack cocaine!
Although it's true that your goals, in theory, are straight-up genocidal,
While I treat humans more like cattle, contrary to my title,
The thing is: my havoc-wreaking skills are well-beyond proficient,
While you suck complete and utter monkey balls at your whole mission,
Hypocrite! Remind me what your so-called body count amounts to;
You couldn't carry out a slaughter even if Nick would allow you!
Watch me thwart your "Cloning Bay of Pigs" attack like space-Castro;
Blast your wack PAK clean off your back with my little buddy Gastro.
I'm the living Pandemic who crushed Majestic; I'm sadistic!
You're a failure of eugenics; pathetic, and beyond misfit!

You fool! How dare you question my hardcore blackheartedness;
I called Dibs on victory before we even started this,
Because, simply put, I am Zim! I'm evil to the very brim;
I do whatever I want, whenever I want and on a whim!
Like one of those Burrow Beasts of yours, I'm audacious and voracious;
You'll find your lies won't discourage me, for I'm downright tenacious!
Now, your nightmare has begun; my endgame plan is underway
To make this confrontation bloodier than GIR on a bad day!
As for that Psychokinesis you use to read your victims' thoughts,
I'll see it, and raise you the voice behind Tim Schafer's Psychonauts!
Though you may be a one-man army, don't expect that to deter me;
Know that I've gone toe-to-toe with R. Lee Ermey!
GIR: And won, too!
Zim: The kiddie gloves come off right now, and Nick can no longer stop me
From going outright homicidal on you like my name was Johnny,
Cutting all the crap and sending you straight down into your tomb;
Indeed, I'm serving up some death, and so: enjoy your final doom!
GIR: Yay, you're doomed!

Don't be petty, now; you know that no mere death can kill me.
The only difference this makes is that now I'm packing Big Willy,
And I'm not talking about any fast-food mecha-mascot,
Though I've brought one of those along here, too, to crush your retard robot,
Whose head's still not quite as empty as the claims in all your lines!
I've seen more competent invasion strategies showcased in Signs.
I plow through whole entire armies and fight giant robot-squids,
While your dumb ass can't even get rid of one single snooping kid!
You're nothing but a joke; a phony, faking fraud just like the Master.
Man, the greatest enemy you ever battled was a hamster!
I'm painting a far-from-pretty picture of your deconstruction
As I halt your antics more abruptly than your show's production!

Oh, get real, now; you've gone native: you're a filthy xenophile!
It's no wonder you'e hated even by your own bastard child.
I'm Psychopathic like ICP; the network couldn't handle me,
And I don't give a single flying poop taco that they cancelled me,
Because like Santa, I live on in people's minds and hearts,
As well as up in space, in comic books, and on DeviantArt,
And even now, more than a decade later, I'm still a Hot Topic!
Your legacy's like the victims of your Shrink Ray: microscopic.



GIR: I love this show!

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Shinji Ikari:
Don't come expecting any breakdowns; I'll do no such thing this match.
Watch me display all of my pain and suffering like a bloody badge,
Stepped up to demonstrate my merits as the greater deconstruction;
Teach this so-called tortured soul on the true meaning of dysfunction!
I'm anything but aloof, but I'll provide eternal proof
Of my superiority to any wack Charlton spoof,
And… oh, what's the point; let's analyze this, now: who am I fooling,
When I'm almost half as fucked up as this maniac I'm dueling?
…Wa-wait, no! Get it together, man: you mustn't run away;
Just try remembering all that stuff from Warhammer 40k…
…Oh, wipe that smug look off your inky face! You don't understand me,
And I'd expect no different from a murderous vigilante!
I'm the better person here, and I can say that with rare confidence;
I'll be the first to admit to my cowardice and incontinence,
But compared to this ungodly sloven, I'm Adam and Lilith's freaking gift to women,
With scoring from Beethoven… although, then again, you've got Bob Dylan.
…Look, just how my story ends is something no one seems to know,
But I'm pretty sure I didn't become a bloodstain in the snow,
And if we're gonna speak of blood, forget your smiley face of doom,
'Cause that ain't squat next to the mark I sent flying up onto the moon
The time I… Oh God, the horror; the fucking sea of human orange juice!
…Oh man, I can't do this; it's hopeless, there's no use!
I'm a terrible person, and I ought to be dead;
Oh, maybe I really should have let them send in Rei to rap instead...

Rorschach's Journal, December, 2015:
All through these streets echo the cryings of this teenage drama queen.
Definitely perverted; no need of inspecting further:
Jerks off to girls in comas and clones of his own mother.
Like Pagliacci, he's a sad, pathetic, self-loathing clown,
And whereas men will get arrested, dogs are sure to get put down,
And tonight, a little bitch dies in Tokyo-3 City
For the crime of having the sheer NERV to mess with me!
Gaze upon my yin-yang face, and I stare back from the abyss;
I'm crueler still than any angel when I spit my killer thesis:
If my battle with this emo waste is meant to be a joke,
That's even sicker humor than what the Comedian evokes!
What are you; stupid? To be stepping to me, you must be;
I live in ebony and ivory, like Fearful Symmetry!
Well, you can go and call me a psycho, but I guess that's better than being weak-willed!
I'll go Third Impact on your face, and see to it that You Can (Not) Rebuild.
And on faces: even without mine, I'm one outstanding ginger;
Don't you bother crying for help, because you know just what I'll whisper.
While you're sulking in depression, I dish out righteous aggression!
I was made to stand in for Vic Sage, yet still there's not a Question:
The decisive end is nigh now for this whimpering little whiner;
There's one minute left 'til midnight on his person's doomsday timer,
And as he speaks last words, a new world record will be set:
The very first person in history to flunk the Rorschach Test.

Shinji Ikari:
Aaaugh, okay… alright, alright, I'm fine…
Listen here, Mr. Short, Slim, Smelly and Scary:
I'll make such a joke of you so fast, just call me Happy Harry!
It's not that I'm locked in here with you, nor you locked in with me;
I'll say it like it is: the both of us are screwed up equally,
And yet for all my faults, I at least know just who and what I am,
While you hide under a dress-trimming mask, you schizophrenic sham!
Why do I pilot the Eva? That's not even consequential,
Because just like Ren and Stimpy, I'm way existential!
I'm the character a viewer can relate to with sincerity;
You're just a stubborn sociopath with misaimed popularity,
So haul your vagrant ass home on some passing garbage truck!
Your basis really couldn't have said it better, Walter: Rorschach sucks.

Hrm, convenient. Suddenly, now, you discover your own testicles,
And like your balls themselves, the shift is all but imperceptible.
Even now, you make poor old Daniel look just like yours truly.
Your arguments are as full of nonsense as Fooly Cooly!
Don't go off about some so-called existentialist philosophy;
It's all phoned-in for show, like that religious iconography!
You're delirious again, Ikari; get a freaking grip,
Before I break your fingers off like this was Tales from the Crypt!
Would say I'd snap your spine, to boot, but pretty sure you have no vertebrae;
Could go as far as calling you the Willy Loman of anime,
While I even exact justice when I go to take a dump.
It's like I'm in full-time berserker mode, so come and get me, chump!

Shinji Ikari: I… I can't do this… help me! Somebody, help me! Somebody, anybody, please?! I'm begging you!!!

Son, I am disappoint. Yet, you have served your purpose here, and now, just as planned, I will be the one to finish this…
Gendo Ikari:
Out from behind closed doors, I now emerge to take the floor;
Heart hardened like an EVA's core and frigid as the Coldest War,
Yet I rely on Children no more as I step into the fray,
Hijacking this whole verbal melee like the schemings up in SEELE!
Yep, it's Gendo, baby, and though my son's a super-wimp,
You'll find the apple falls far, because his dad's an uber-pimp!
Any Akagi will attest that I'm one hell of a ladies' man,
Rocking that boss look with my shiny shades and steeple-clasping hands.
Such is my power, you'll find me running for office in real life,
While you're a bigger fool for "justice" than I am for my dead wife,
And although you boast brutal brawling skills and crude grappling gadgetry,
I'm just like David Xanatos, with mastery of gambitry!
Your triumph over me has a one-in-a-billion probability;
Like your whole one-man war on crime, it's an effort in futility,
Yeah, I got bit in half like a Liu Kang fatality,
But I flow rhymes so seamless, call it rhythmic Instrumentality.
Like Arael, I pierce your mind and soul; I don't relent,
Because my sync rate with this beat is over four hundred percent!
Why would they turn all of humanity into one big puddle of orange?
It's simple, really. The truth is !
Screw that little asshole Joffrey; I'm the king of bastard-kind,
And Francisco Scaramanga's gun's got nothing over mine,
'Cause I can one-shot anybody, anywhere, on any day:
Yeah, that's right, it's Gendownage time, so Brian, take that hook away!

… WE SALU- (*Record scratch*)

You know, I wasn't really sure that would work…
Adrian Veidt:
Well, folks, this truly has been quite a wild show we've had,
With a psychopath, an emo, and his dickwad deadbeat dad.
Here's highly hoping you've enjoyed the ramblings of these three stooges
As your gracious host concludes our evening show; alright, let's do this!
As what Veidt writes tight takes flight, and I take full rein of this fight,
I go hard, yet keep quite polite; you can just call me your white knight.
I'm an enterprising mastermind; self-remade billionaire,
So feast your ears upon my funky words, ye mighty, and despair!
Yo, bastard king, think you can beat this king of kings?
I'll swiftly render you my puppet; watch me tangle all your strings:
You've put a bullet in my palm, and now my hand is badly bleeding,
But at least it's not implanted with some vile alien seedling!
I strike at you like a Thunderbolt with extraordinary grace;
Leave you looking like Walter White as you fall flat upon your face.
I had the balls to do whatever it would take to save mankind,
And I'd tell this little coward that, but he already seems resigned.
Now, Rorschach, do we really have go through this again?
They've got a whole book on me beating you: it's called Watchmen,
And don't you say your journal took me down, 'cause that's a load of drivel;
Nobody can even read, much less believe, your tome of scribbles!
My Karnak base is cold, but my rhymes flow red-hot;
Slicing yours clean in half like the Gordian Knot!
As the world's smartest man, I'll put this bluntly as I can:
I won this battle nearly half an hour before it began.



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…SALLY ACORN!!!!!!!!


Sally Acorn:
Flynn made a mess, and fandom threw a hissy fit,
But it was when that douchebag Kenny sued that everything went apeshit,
So they cast my hide aside, all resolution to my plight denied,
While they brought in your rusty little rear to make the mess called Worlds Collide!
And from that poor man's "Crisis" on one Mobius and one Earth,
My homeworld's seen some major changes we can't legally reverse:
Just ask my mom or brother! Wait, you can't; they no longer exist,
But check it: I'm still here, back in the flesh, with lightsaber gauntlets on my wrists!
I burst that Bubble Lead of yours before; now watch me do it again:
Bring the biggest Mega-disgrace to your legacy since Captain fucking N!
I'll be immune to all attacks, when I go harder than a Mettaur's hat:
Spit sharp words like the spikes that kill you at the slightest contact!
You know who I roll with; best believe that I go fast.
Call me Iron Queen: usurping your sinking franchise from your washed-up ass!
You could say I'm like Tron Bonne, 'cause I'll be serving you forty times:
Once for each lawsuit against Gru over their henchmen's designs! (*Minion laugh*)
I'm a strong, independent rebel princess who don't need no help from no Obi-Wan,
And the day I let you out-rap me is the day I marry Antoine,
Because for all your talk of "lasting peace", you couldn't be more reliant on violence,
So shut your whiny trap, and go pester Naugus down in the Zone of Silence!
Come at me fully Powered-Up and with nine E-Tanks in supply;
This Freedom Fighter queen will whoop you 'til she runs those reserves dry!
I needn't weasel my way through this; beating you is just my Nack.
This Acorn's like a macadamia: you'll find that she's one tough nut to crack!

Mega Man:
Enough from you, Ricky; don't you make one more squeak:
You're as insufferable as Squirrel Girl, if she wasn't tongue-in-cheek!
Dug up some dirt on you with Rush, so I could give you the Blues,
Like Proto Man, who did some major whistle-blowing for me, too!
I'll make your TV comeback hopes go "BOOM!" like French animators,
And make this cannon on my arm your Ultimate Annihilator;
Thunder Beam you 'cross the room in pieces like some Yellow Devil,
And then use your soul to make a new S-Model Biometal!
I'll kill you in cold blood, then say you had the Sigma Virus;
Claiming self-defense, I'll be the Zero to your Iris.
Robo-hero legend speaking; not just any Sniper Joe.
To Hell with Marvel vs. Capcom; viva Super Smash Bros.!
I beat the robo-solar system, girl, from Neptune up to Venus.
Haul off to the other cartoon Mobius; go suck a PINGAS!
You're the Knothole Village bicycle, and even Rotor knows;
Took censors twenty years to give this skank a full set of clothes!
Call me the automaton Hercules: I always go the distance.
You're like ol' Wily himself: you fail at life and at existence!
Watch me shoot the brown clean off your coat and turn your wack ass pink,
All while my Navi self deletes a certain virtual lynx.
Light up the Night; wreak righteous vengeance backed up by my own rock opera;
Go so hard, you'll think I'm tripping Force Metal-Supra,
'Cause my power score's a million, times a hundred and ten!
Your mega-ownage isn't over either, bitch; I brought a friend:

Don't you call me "friend", Rock; you will address me as "Master":
When it comes to robo-heroes, I'm the Omega Factor!

Astro Boy:
I'm Astronomical; the God of manga's favored pride and joy,
And you've got about as much of a chance of beating me as Robotboy!
Royal rodent of the West, come face the far-East Mickey Mouse;
Not even Thor is gonna stop me when I bring down your Acorn House!
Seems we're alike in at least one way: not afraid to go 'round shirtless,
But girl, I'm in the Robot Hall of Fame; you belong in a furry circus!
I'm the Pinocchio of sci-fi, and that's no lie; screw you, A.I.!
Such intense focus on this rhythm, it's as if I had a third eye!
Watch me freely fly across the sky; don't need no doggie adaptor.
Got a heart of gold that doubles as a nuclear reactor!
I've had so many different series, it's confusing just to list them,
And I'll hurl you way past Pluto, into a whole different Star System!
Sacrificed myself to save the sun, long before Cillian Murphy did;
Go back to reading bedtime stories, Sally: you're not worthy, kid!
Ask anyone in Niiza, where my name's duly enshrined:
The Mighty Atom simply can't be smashed, even by Albert Rothstein!

(Beat stops, screen abruptly goes black)

This shooting star'll sink your ship soon as he steps on board:
I'm crashing down into this battle like a giant-ass sword!
I know about timed rhymes; indeed, they're my most critical priority,
And when I'm on the mic, I'm my own highest of authorities!
Yo, I come fully-stacked with ninety-nine maxed Flower Points.
Forget about bronze, silver or gold: I be spitting Frog Coins!
I truly take the cake, make no mistake: it's like my name was Bundt;
I'm cannon-blasting wack machines of war and Chipette reject cun-


Oh, come on now, Papa Mole: don't treat me like some kind of stranger:
I help Mario fight gnarly bad guys like the Axem Rangers!
Geno's whirling up onto the stage by popular demand,
And dude, if you don't let me stay here, then I'm blowing up Japan!


Yeah, when nutjobs try messing with this piece of wood, they're sure to crack;
I'll toss you clear across the field just like an N.Y. quarterback,
And weave a verbal maze, where you'll all spend the rest of your rap-lives,
Because you're all a bunch of Squares, just like the guys who own my legal rights!

Sally Acorn:
Enough! I've been through many an upstaging in my life,
But don't you think I'll let this slide; I'd sooner be a monkey's wife,
Because I came back for a grudge match, not some kind of wack royale,
But now, you leave me with no choice: yo, Rock, you asked for this, pal…

Sonic the Hedgehog:
You're in my world when I come out and step it up into the zone:
Chaotic raps; like this was Camelot, I'm here to steal the throne!
I'll throw you for a Shuttle Loop as I let loose that mad Spin Dash;
You're all too slow to take me on: yo, put me up against the Flash!
I'll score that S-rank with flying Colors when I Unleash my dope rhymes;
With seven hundred rings in hand, just watch me Crush you Forty times,
And I can't promise you'll Live through it, but you'll sure as Iblis Learn
Just What I'm Made Of, when my sheer speed gives you all wack friction burns!

Sally Acorn:
Wait, what? No! Hey, announcer voice high up above,
That guy's the modern Sega Sonic, not the one I know and love!
Get my real boyfriend up in here so we can properly win this!


Sally Acorn:
For the love of Furry Jesus, of course's a difference; yes!


Sally Acorn:
Look, Moley, I don't wanna argue; please just make this whole mess right:
Bring in the icon played on television by Jaleel White!


Sonic the Hedgehog:
…I've cracked so many eggs, could live on omelets- (*SHOTGUN BLAST*)

Hehehehehe… did I do that?
Steve Urkel:
Heidi-ho! It's me, Steve, but you should know this ain't Blue's Clues;
No, it's the Urk-Man in this Full House, giving y'all the Urkel Blues!
Always the life of any party when I get on down to dance:
A total pro at stealing shows, so better hang on to your pants,
'Cause I'll be wearing you all down until you fall and can't get up!
To be this dope is pretty hard work, but Thank God I'm Fly enough.
A bonafide breakout when I break loose on television sets,
I'm gonna break you Perfect Strangers without breaking any sweat!
Screw Family; I'm what matters: I'm the pinnacle of geek,
And when I show up on the scene, just watch those ratings start to peak.
This grumpy little doll would seem to think he's some kind of medieval;
Wait and see how tough he is, though, once his ass meets up with Stevil!
Rock up here may have a franchise, but I'll ruin that advantage
When I make Capcom go flat-bankrupt from property damage!
This other 'bot's the fruit of some guy trying to clone his dead son,
But check it: I can make real clones; just ask Stefan!
Hey, what's the matter, Sal? Your pretty face ain't looking like it should;
What, do I make you feel uncomfortable? Aw, that's no good,
But I don't need you to be anybody I wanna be; literally:
Watch me swap genes with folks like Elvis Presley and Bruce Lee!
Besides, no woman's gonna be replacing Laura in my heart,
And you're less tempting still than Myra, so don't even try to start,
Or else I'll stalk you home tonight and put an A-bomb in your dinner,
'Cause I'm cooler than the Fonz, so just accept it: I'm the winner!



I DECIDE!!!!!!!!!!



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Bonjour, asshole! You wanna duke it out with this?

Dan Plainview drinks milkshakes, and I finish your sandwiches!

Burst in, kick your ass, and plant that true love's French kiss;

People love to hate me; you just make folks plain pissed!

There's Norway you can win; no one raps like Gaston!

I'll send you falling to your death; happy trails, Hans!

Yeah, I failed to kill the Beast, but I can topple you, at least;

Drive you mad and have you locked away like Crazy Old Maurice!

Got that operatic voice, bass–baritone range,

Just like my great–uncle Brom; you're more like Ichabod Crane!

And Frozen hasn't even been out for a single year yet;

You can't make a good rap battle with a man you've just met!

I'll cement it as a trend to punch you squarely in the face,

Invite your brothers over here, and have you finish fourteenth place.

LeFou: You tell 'em, boss!

Gaston: It's true, LeFou: I'm the best at what I do.

Now, if only there was someone out there who loved you!


LeFou: Wow, what a pathetic loser... totally unlike you, boss.



Prince Hans:

Mr. Potts, I trust you'll pardon the harsh words of this kettle,

As they'll leave you like a wilted rose, bereft of every petal.

I've come full of surprises for this pea–brained gorilla;

This royal Foreigner's Cold as Ice, but far from Vanilla.

When I play the game of thrones, I keep it subtly poetic,

But when I'm on the mic, I spit pyrokinetics.

Better add a few more cartons to your daily egg regimen:

I've seen snowmen measuring as more intimidating specimens.

My Frozen Heart's an Open Door of which you should beware,

And these sideburns alone are manlier than your rat's nest chest of hair.

Be my guest: call up a lynch mob on me. I'm not scared;

Your posse lost to a militia of furniture and kitchenware!

I'm ambitious, you're petty; All your boasting doesn't phase me,

Nor would getting my hands messy here. In fact, I love crazy,

And when I see your head mounted up on your own trophy wall,

This rapping monarch will have finally found his kingdom after all.



You scrawny little prick! You've tangled with the wrong man,

And now it's gonna get real!

LeFou: I'll strike up the band!

Gaston: You're living proof of Disney princes getting cheaper by the dozen;

You couldn't even beat Groose, my dimwit elven half–cousin.

Like a hairless, clawless Scar, you're clearly envious of my pride,

But you'll shatter like the mirror you're based on when our blows collide!

I've got muscles, man! Like Casey, I'm a superstar slugger;

And when I'm done with you, you'll be a major fixer–upper!

I'm the classic evil suitor; you're better off ignored,

So saddle up on your pony and haul it back to the fjord!



Your strongest suit is rejection; should've settled for the Bimbettes!

I, on the other hand, can actually woo a princess;

A devious chameleon, effortlessly blending in.

No one ever sees me coming; like a sober Mandarin!

Tearing holes into the hull of the barge that is your ego;

Go ask Anna if I ruin ships. My words are like torpedoes,

So go hang with your pal Frollo at the nearest Taco Bell;

I've got an exile to attend to. Be seeing you in Hell!

(*Slams door and leaves*)






I DECIDE!!!!!!!



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Reimu Hakurei:
Don't think I'm scared of you just 'cause I barely come up to your toes;
Prepare to learn how deep the Shanghai Alice rabbit hole goes:
You're up against a one-girl army, dreamt up by a one-man team,
Who flies around past seas of bullets, spamming neon laser beams!
I'm nigh-untouchably nimble, and my hitbox is so small;
Yours is as big as any comes, and all the harder you'll fall
Before this oriental cutie, elegance up in her aura,
Here to take the biggest dump on you since your duel with Hedorah!
We've come long ways since I started bouncing 'round that Yin-Yang ball,
And nowadays, my friends and I have half the internet enthralled.
Gigantis antics as miasmic as an apple going rotten,
You'll be left like the old PC cast: obsolete and forgotten!
I'm no slacker when it comes to double-dealing verbal pain:
Enough raw rhymes to blow your mind across the both of your brains!
Watch me one-credit clear this battle without bombs on lunatic mode,
Tie you down, and pour a truckload of tea down your throat!

Old Godzilla's hip-hopping around,
About to stomp this patron saint of weeaboos into the ground!
The incumbent-reigning King of Monsters after six decades,
I'm pointing out the many follies of this destitute shrine maid:
Sure, by little girl standards, you may be a superhero,
But I'm so far past your league, I might as well be fighting Cirno,
'Cause you're on par with my pussy son Minilla at best,
Your verses padded with more filler still than Sakuya's chest!
Highly responsive to your bullshit as I counter every diss,
I'm a relentless force of nature, and you've made this mother pissed!
No Emmerich iguanas here, as anyone can plainly see,
And so you'd better spell my name with that capital G-O-D!
I've terrorized Japan from Tokyo down to Fukuoka,
And I'll squash your puny shrine like a one-level pagoda.
Replay this match on every single setting, only to find
That in all seven secret endings, victory is still mine!

Reimu Hakurei:
Come on! Your voice sounds like a glove scraping a bass with rusty wires;
Couldn't be a farther cry from all the music we've inspired,
"We" being me and all my friends: I've made so many, I lost track.
In fact, I'll just show you right now; let my main homegirl take a crack:

Marisa Kirisame:
Yeah, let me borrow that mic and watch me steal some precious thunder,
Packing grimoires' worth of verses that I didn't even plunder!
Like so many books and forum threads, I'm hijacking this fight:
I bring the heat by the star-full, and I'll be knocking out your lights;
I seem an ordinary witch, with pointy hat and little broom,
But bitch, I've got a mushroom-fueled fiery furnace, spitting doom!
Self-trained to harness inner power, both material and present,
Don't start talking about leagues; check out my likeness among Legends!
These hard-hitting words, like Gigan's claws, will pierce you 'til you're bleeding;
As Patchouli can attest, I really did all of my reading.
This MAD swagger queen has seven different theme songs to her name;
My Master Spark is apt to overpower your atomic flame!
Well, if I'm not as strong as Reimu, go ask Alice if I'm hotter;
Either way, we'll blow your whole island of misfits out the water,
Unless you back off: take it easy, as those floating heads would say.
This is Gensokyo, ya' old Tokyo bloke! Yo, understand, da ze?

Reimu Hakurei:
For each remotely scary line you have, a dozen more are goofy.
Marisa: Hey, congrats on being so spot-on with the history of your movies!
Reimu: Wipe that purposeful grimace right off your ugly face, you brute,
Because we'll drop you in three minutes, like your wretched Shodai suit!

Not even Gamera's as full of crap as you two baka wenches;
When you mess with this G-Man, prepare for obvious consequences!
If you're looking for a tag-team match, I'll meet you there just fine;
I'd wondered when I'd get to raid again with this old pal of mine:

Huh, what do you want? Oh, yeah; that's right:
The monster king has called upon his man-at-arms to join the fight,
And he'll be backing what he's barking with one mother of a bite,
A thorny carapace and hide imperishable as the night!
I'm one repugnant, Battra-shit insane, ass-kicking ankylosaur;
Redundant brains to keep me ticking, plus a Super Metroid roar!
The first apprentice to the master of the art of destruction,
Butting heads with Big G way back since his sophomore production!
Full-time killer of the living, and I need no fancy gimmicks:
Simple, solid strength; no trickery Marisa can mimic.
We'll send you to the farthest point below your Fantasy Heaven;
To Hell with bullet hell: our kind comes straight from Dante's Circle Seven!
Giant monsters go all-out when we attack; no holds are barred.
Watch us play 52 Pickup with your whole deck of spell cards!
You girls may think you're vicious, table-turning killers like Hard Candy,
But step up to any kaiju, and you'll share the fate of Bambi!

Juxtaposed with us, you're like Jet Jaguar: out-of-place and laughable;
A following so bloated, it makes my own size look natural!
Your fandom's one big circle jerk, all fapping to armpits;
You only need their art because your maker can't draw worth a shit!

Reimu Hakurei:
There must be some alien cockroach up in there, clouding your thinking!
Marisa: …Either that, or someone's gone and outdone Suika with their drinking!
Reimu: Once, two not-so-little monsters stood strongest under the sun,
But then our secret weapon came along, and then there were none!

Flandre Scarlet:
The name's Doctor F-L-A-N Dre:
The basement's unlocked; I'm coming out to play,
Like the Warriors, and I, too, am an army of the night,
Who'll take you through the extra stage, and straight to your burial site!
I'm bringing one wicked case of Scarlet fever,
And I'm not talking 'bout Cee Lo's girls, either.
Sister of the bloody Devil, bloodier than Bloody Mary,
And I'll blast you with the strength of ten entire militaries!
It's curtains for you cretins when I open curtain fire,
Raining danmaku on Monsterland until it's but a pyre;
There ain't nowhere you can run: no water body's gonna hide you,
When this Scarlet Witch says "No more kaiju."
You'll go flying backwards, not propelled by your breath,
But from my tension-crushing psychic hand-squeeze of death;
You can't mistake it, even when I'm going four-of-a-kind:
There's no vampiress more volatile in all of design!
When my rhymes set this whole place ablaze,
Even Reimu won't be leaving with her face ungrazed;
I murdered Loki, stole his sword,
Caused Ragnarok, and did it 'cause I was bored!
To grace more games, I'm too O.P.,
But without me, the rest feel so empty,
And F.Y.I., Agatha Christie:
You dropped the ball on your bestseller; U.N. Owen was me!

Marisa Kirisame:
We'll use your bones as instruments when this incident's over,
Then upload the brand new song we've made to Nico Nico Douga!
Reimu: You can disregard those Destoroyah and Ghidorah clowns,
'Cause we're the one and only triple threat that's sealing your meltdown!

There's three of you now?! This is out of hand; you're no good girl at all!
Anguirus: Not even sure if she's a girl; that kind of tactic takes some balls.
Plus, if you're gonna bring up clowns, that's biting more than I could chew;
I've got three words for this "trump card" of yours: RAN RAN RUU!
Godzilla: It seems that crazy womanchild's where you're riding all your money,
But from where I stand, she's just another useless little bunny!
Water-walking Goji, O.G. of unburied history,
Vanquished by Vocaloid voodoo dolls; are Yukkuri shitting me?!

Reimu Hakurei:
Those low-blow potshots were as cheap as your wack action figure puppet show;
Mouth off to anger us, and end up wishing you could shut it, yo!
Marisa: Hell, you'll wish you were never born way back on Lagos Island;
It's no Double Spoiler: Aya, take a snapshot of our triumph!
Flandre: With our color-stream blasts butchering you worse than Cozzi's vision,
You'll draw blanks like your possession by some kamikaze victims!
Reimu: For resurgence from the worst ends, you apparently have some knack,
But recover after this? I'll sooner witness Mima's comeback!

Ever on and on, I continue, circling
Throughout life, death and rebirth, yet in all time, I've heard no worse thing
Than these angry bitching noises I swoop in to show disdain for;
Dimwitted as you are, you've managed drawing me to this flame war!
All U.F.O.s are going down when you go vying up against
This Monolith of Ultimately Terrifying Opulence.
It's obvious as is: this battle's got a fairy surplus,
So I speak unfiltered and direct; you ought be very nervous!
Testing me is ill-advised; ask any New Kirk City jerkhole,
And your skills are skeletal: you go as slow as any turtle!
With no need to pad the story undergoing metamorphosis,
I show in my full glory, and your roasting? Imago for it!

Flandre Scarlet:
You can't sing out for Peanuts; should've let the twins belittle me.
Some "queen" you are, when it's your son who carried your whole trilogy!
Your destined quest's fulfilled by me with one hand pressing, no prob;
Lepidopteran threats come better than this tepid mess on SpongeBob!
You can kiss my toxic chocolate starfish; all you spit's naught but utter lies:
The angles are all wrong, and now, I'm ripping wings off of butterflies!

Frankly, Ms. Scarlet, I don't give a damn! Don't you go ripping me;
You'll find that my effectiveness sends ripples through your history,
So call this track your death waltz, Flan: outplaying me's impossible.
I scoff at your whole domicile's array of evil obstacles!
I spit toxin all over you, and when I make it rain,
Your lot is gonna need more than Kogasa's help to shake the pain!
Your pellets shan't phase my pure god-flesh: what you see's no mere, dumb animal;
This wingspan's weight is one thing, but consider me unflappable!
Your ilk could never freeze my advance; not come Night of Nights' fall!
Watch me break your strongest fairy: shoot her on cue like some nine-ball!
My silk-smooth slick style soars past sufficed to see to this song's finishing;
That honor, though, falls onto he Toho it's owed: long live the king.

With bombs as nasty as the nukes that made this massive mutant
Dropped on pitiful programmings of one drunken college student,
I'll leave you on life support, and then it's your extermination,
When they pull the plug on you for lack of organ donations.





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Judge Dredd:

Dredd to control: I've got a Jimp on Shukoff Block;

Gonna give this dinosaur a major case of Future Shock.

Welcome to the grim darkness of the twenty–second century:

Mega–City One; let me be your directory.

Drokk Wapner and Brown; name's Judge Joe Dredd,

A six–shooter in my hand, and helmet firm on my head.

A chip right off the old genes of the Father of Justice;

If Judge Cal is Caligula, call me Augustus!

I'm mean like Mean Machine on the streets; you're on the boob tube,

Yelling the kind of brats I throw in the Juve Cubes.

Underworked and overpaid, for one day a week;

I'm serving 24/7, sans ten minutes' for sleep.

Judge, jury, executioner, and one hard bargainer;

Does Thel 'Vadam disservice just to call you an "Arbiter".

Ask Bobby Fuller what happens when you fight the law;

I'll send you face–planting harder than I did Ma-Ma.


Judge Judy:

You're in my playpen; don't sell me short.

I'm many things, Mr. Dredd, but I am God in this court.

Tell 'em, Byrd:

Bailiff Byrd: All rise for the Council of One.

Judge Judy: When it comes to seeing justice served, I'm second to none!

You're outrageous person who's outrageously dressed,

And couldn't beat me on my worst day on the day when he's best.

Fifteen years boot camp, but I can't be impressed,

When you still don't understand due freaking process!

Can't oppress me with your wack fascist tactics;

I'm a lady of the law, and know damn well what I practice.

No–nonsense magistrate who likes to keep hearings brief;

Adjudicating cases fast like dumbass handbag thieves.

My show rakes in the dough like Fatties take in calories;

Beat your whole box office gross with just my one–year salary.

Scolding morons, jerks and scammers in a duly firm manner;

Need no gavel, got my mouth: call me Judy Sternhammer!

Don't need Psi–Division powers to tell what's in your mind,

And know that you give new meaning to justice being blind.

My words will rear their ugly faces up from under your nose,

Like the behind–the–scenes antics of your "Mayor Ambrose"!

I'm going prosecutor mode, and you're the defendant.

Anderson can't help you now, nor can the Sixth Amendment,

'Cause if we're playing by your rules, you don't get a fair trial.

Your sentence is the Long Walk; death by exile!


Judge Dredd:

knew you'd say that from the start of this fight;

All I had to do was check your "What Would Judy Say?" site.

Think you're such a Hot Shot? I'll make your whole set shake;

High–Ex lines to hit you like a Cursed Earthquake!

That so–called "law" degree you have on you is a joke;

Spend one day at the Academy, you'll have a mini–stroke.

I'll take you on at any time, in any block or sector;

Watch me make your Byrdie squawk with my Birdie lie detector.

I fight zombies, aliens and even Death himself;

Don't give a motherdrokking stomm about your gruddamn wealth!

Trying to beat me's like democracy: unworkably flawed.

You're a watered–down mockery; I AM THE LAW!


Inspector Javert:

AND I'M JAVERT! I protest these boasts of thine;

Think your jurisprudences are up to snuff with mine?

This I swear by the stars: I'll make the both of you see,

That you could only dream a dream of being as lawful as me!

I'm an obstinate gaoler of miserable criminals;

An O.G. M.C. at the professional pinnacle.

Through rain and snow and mud, I'll chase you down wherever you go,

'Til you wet yourselves with blood, and I'm the Victor, like Hugo!

Born down in the gutter with the abaissés;

Undercover with the Friends of the ABC.

Know my law to the letter like my ABCs,

For I'm a warrior of justice like the ABCs!

Steal a loaf of bread? Twelve years a slave; zero pity!

You're a Dead Man, Dredd: move it down to Undercity!

Judy, do yourself a favor and avoid this confrontation;

You'll be standing in your grave on lifelong probation!


Judge Judy:

When will your kind learn to shut it when I'm speaking?!

You, sir, are a moron, and you've got my anger peaking.

I don't care if you think you're some divine law–master;

An inspector like you couldn't even find the Pink Panther!


Judge Dredd:

Diplomatically, I must agree with my opponent;

There's strict and then there's stupid, and your code, I can't condone it.


Judge Judy:

If a man's served his sentence, then there comes a time for mercy!


Judge Dredd:

Even I know what reform is; just look what I did for Fergee.

Hounding one man for years over one minor offense?

That's not betraying the law; it's betraying common sense!

My rhymes are wasted on you, so gaze into my fist!


Judge Judy:

Yes, you're not worth our time, and so your case is dismissed!


Inspector Javert:

Sacrebleu! This does not compute;

I came to challenge these two, but they give Javert the boot,

Both united in denouncement of my means of law–pursuit.

Seems at the end of the day, my efforts all have been moot!

I see the error now in the principles by which I have lived,

Yet the stubbornness remains, such that myself I can't forgive,

So now there's nowhere I can turn; there is no place I can hide.

There is no way to go on; this is the day the law died!


(*Jumps off a bridge to his death with dramatic musical accompaniment and explodes for no reason when he hits the water*)






Judge Judy:


We may have teamed up so that loser'd finish dead–third,

But it ain't over 'til the gorgeous lady has the last word!

Think brute strength and hardware mean a damn in legal debate?

I'll outpoll you worse than your own city's unemployment rate.

Yeah, so much for your "authority", policing that freakshow;

Couldn't be much worse off, even under Big Brother Rico.

Don't you fart in my face and tell me it's the Big Smelly!

I've been in this business forty years; I dominate the telly.

Negotiation's over, Joe; I'm smarter, wiser, older,

And you've less to underpin your boasts than for your golden shoulders.

I'm the court authoritarian; the whole nation knows!

Call me Conan, you barbarian, 'cause this case is closed.


Judge Dredd:

Keep the cameras on and hold the dancing lobsters;

I'll send you to the Pit, watch you sell out to the mobsters,

Then arrest you for corruption, strip your stupid legal license,

And hand you a Big Ticket good for twenty years on Titan!

You're no older than me, Sheindlin; a far cry from wiser.

You're a narcissistic, childish tyrant like Owen Krysler!

Get what Dredd said cemented in your head, because he meant it:

What you vent can't put a dent in what my daddy invented.


And what exactly is it that your father "invented"?


Judge Dredd: Why, the Law, of course! I AM THE LAW! See, it's a pun, because my clone–father invented the law I embody, and being my father, he also obviously– wait, who the drokk is this?


King Hammurabi:

Quit babbling and prime up for a history lesson;

King of Babylon presiding, court is now in session.

Meet you word–for–word, eye–for–eye, ditto tooth;

Steal this battle like a snake on your elixir of youth!

I'm the Ur–Example; the original lawgiver.

Best believe my flow is ample; I rule the land of rivers.

MC Hammurabi's Code, rule eighty–six:

When Iraq the microphone, there can be no touching this!

I eat two–shekel mushke–noobs like you for lunch,

Laying down the law, and beating God to the punch!

My code cuts zero slack, and my raps are true to form;

Hard with lyrical attacks, 'cause they're set in cuneiform!

Ask Mari: you'll be sorry if I don't get your vote;

I'll Throw you in the Tigris, and I won't let you float.

Not a mutant in the slightest; my city's not damned,

But I'll have your hides blinded, let you wander the sands.

When I build my empire, I'm a kinsman, a healer,

But when it's judgment time, I'm a trial–by–ordeal–er.

Wanna spit fire too; learn my ancient tricks?

Here's a burning–hot spoon; come and give it a lick.

It's unfair and barbaric, but it's also progress;

Now they verify my merit up in U.S. Congress!

I'll disinherit you like my weak–ass successors;

Court dismissed with prejudice for every last transgressor!








MOLEMAN'S EPIC RAP BATTLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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• Guybrush Threepwood: •

WATCH OUT, GRAHAM! Don't stand so close to that ledge;

A brush with this guy's prone to pushing posers over the edge.

No Silver Lining in the deal; straight–up Big Whooping your ass!

I spit it like a poison snake; my verbal venom acts fast.

I rebound your rhymes like a rubber tree;

Shut you out your Door of Destiny.

Sharpest wit and tongue on seven seas;

An adventurer, I was meant to be!

My Monkey Kombat skills are mythical;

Comeback mastery unequivocal.

Mad voodoo in every syllable;

Call a duel with me unwinnable!

Patent mighty pirate, here to plunder your throne.

Catapulting words at you like un–romanceable stones,

'Cause you're feather–lite on skill; I'm Mega–Monkey–extra–packed,

So go on yonder to the road and give a honk for Sam and Max!

Oh so skilled in insult–swordplay;

My second–biggest forte.

Be trained and famed on Mêlée,

Laying waste to those I waylay!

Get it through your thick skull: you're like Murray, all bark;

So many ways to die, call you the medieval Isaac Clarke.

It's a recipe for failure if you're looking to debunk me;

I'm a legendary sailor, fabled like a triple–monkey!


• Graham: •

Not a smart move, Gaybrush; now, I'll say this once:

To Heir is Human, but to challenge me beseems a mighty dunce.

On a quest for my crown, best come equipped with a plan;

Talking 'bout some life insurance, baby: better call Stan.

Scurvy little sack of SCUMM! This softie can't for real;

I stop a pirate in his tracks with his own copyright wheel.

Poems altogether smashing; putting out the flames of haters,

For I'm more than Rather Dashing, and you ain't no Burninator!

Don't hold your breath on seeing my death; I won't be holding ploys.

I'm the Sierra golden boy; fair Lady Williams' pride and joy.

When I deploy my Rap KQ, you'll lose yourself; my flow is endless,

Like the desert. Bust it like a wizard; you must be the princess!

Stab these rhythms reliably, like a secret society,

Of the Black Cloak variety; perfect score, undeniably!


• Guybrush Threepwood: •

I'm shaking, I'm shaking! Is that all you got?

I've heard more profound philosophy from Herman Toothrot!

I call out all of your bull, because you fight like a cow,

But I milk verses' worth in full, and you're in deep water now;

Yo, just you try to stay afloat!

I'll buck you like a billy goat;

Watch you drown in your own moat.

Ain't that a hole in a boat?

I've got the governess's vote, and the Force is strong in me;

Bury haters under snow for staying a course of wronging me.

I'll see you walk the plank Today and have your Heirs Gone by Tomorrow;

Make your queen a Princeless Bride, and leave your Kingdom full of Sorrow!

Man, my flow's a wild ride like Mr. Bones; its end is never.

You'll get fried so bad, AGD can't remake you back together.

Have the last laugh on me? That's like making Death cry,

But running you into a dead end's as easy as fruit pie!


• Graham: •

So much for being a pirate man of high moral fiber;

Now to boot you off your island like this battle was Survivor!

That your Ultimate Insult? Here's my answer to it for ya':

Shove these occult lyrics down your throat like Phantasmagoria;

Leave you looking ass–backwards like ol' Rumplestiltskin's name,

'Cause I be holding all the cards like it was Hoyle's Book of Games!

Castaway you and your wife; put that Sea Monkey under.

Raps massive; way larger than life, like Graham's Number!

The cat is in the bag, and the bag is in the river;

Systems On–Line, time to point, click, stand and deliver.

Keep your Tales of your Escapes from that old Cursed, Secret island,

And your lousy T–shirt treasures; mine are measured in diamonds.

You'll feel a strange pulling sensation when you've stepped into my trap,

And that's my raps wrapping around you like a wrap–around map.

Even the Gnomes sense not a hint of danger coming from you,

But I ain't scared to run you through with your own Cutlass of Kaflu;

I'll go Manannan on your ass if you persist to disobey me,

So lest you be turned to Ash, hail to the king, baby!









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Siegfried Schtauffen, "Innocent Darkside":

Welcome to the stage of history; you haven't what it takes,

For never such an easy victory I'll've had as this flake!

Hearthstone and zone home, or get ready to cry,

'Cause Sieggy won't be needing Roy to battle with the tiger's eye.

Sweet, swift, swingin', slick, swag Schwarzwind swordsman;

Swat a sucker out the ring and halfway to Stormwind!

My raps possess a caliber too hot to Zweihändle;

Your 'craft's like a kobold:

Kobold: You no take candle!

Siegfried: This rhythm is your Requiem; a wipe is impending.

Casting down your dreams and breaking destinies; I'm unrelenting!

My skill set is uncommon; get the best of me? You're joking:

I'll be pushing all your buttons, and I won't stop poking!


Arthas Menethil, Crown Prince of Lordaeron:

This pretty boy thinks he's my Destined Battle? How pathetic!

What are Uncommon skills when mine are highest–tier Epic?

Macro–cheating won't be needed; strategizing in real–time.

Here's your only warning, get it heeded: flee in a beeline,

For the day I was born, the forests whispered my name.

I bring the heat like an Orb of Fire; spitting holy flames!

Full–exalted with the Light, I'll be a scourge to any Scourge;

Cull you off your stage of history like a city getting purged!

Boss, what's he going up against?

Uther the Lightbringer: That's a paladin.

Arthas: Who sees retribution best dispensed?

Uther: That's a paladin!

Arthas: Lets his strike of the crusader fly?

Uther: That's a paladin.

Arthas: Righteous ghoul–exterminator guy?

Uther: That's a paladin!



Don't be pushing me to praise your prissy perks as a paladin;

I cut down a crusader like a German Saladin!

Penetrating any armor: cloth, leather, mail, plate;

I'll go Medivhal on your ass until it's check–and–mate.



This dude is deluded: boasting like he's the best,

Yet overshadowed just by half his female fighting partners' breasts!

Killed your daddy roadside, blind with raging recklessness;

Next thing we know, you'll screw your mom and change your name to Oedipus!



No… no, that's not true; that's impossible!

Oh God, oh man; how could I be so irresponsible?

My guilt's nigh–incomparable; please make it go away!

Soul Edge: Yo dawg, I can do that if you'll wield me.

Siegfried: Okay!



Siegfried Schtauffen, Host of Soul Edge:

Aaargh… how's this for an edgier style?

Really digging the azure; I think I'll keep it for a while.

See the darkness now before you, and you better be scared;

Set to siphon more Souls than From Software!

Beware when I live, for I hunger like Sinistar;

The host with the most bad mojo since Zandalar.

You're standing in fire if you even let me aggro;

I wield Infernal Terror, as primeval as Diablo!

Conducting my campaign up from my castle 'cross the valley;

Even killing while I'm sleeping with a paddle from a galley.

Boy, you're never waking up, I reign forever; I'm a legend!

Stomp you out with Cataclysmic damage–dealing every second.

True–to–form unicorn born of scorn and damnation;

After this, you'll need more patching than a plague abomination.

Put you down out in the cold like your "Invincible" steed,

Mount your lady, hold her reins and fill her with my Evil Seed!


Muradin Bronzebeard: Pure dead possessed, he is; we have to retreat!

Arthas: I figured you would say that, and so I burned our whole fleet.

Muradin: WHAT?!

Arthas: I'm doing what it takes to slay a horror of the night!

Frostmourne: In that case, there's this really cool sword…

Arthas: Alright!



Arthas Menethil, Death Knight:

New plan, new friends; some old ties cut.

Undeath for the win, but still I hate your rotten guts!

Raps in rapider succession than I took my father's crown;

Raising dead is my obsession, but I'll leave you in the ground!

Chill Death Knight flow, burning haters like the Legion.

Spill frostbite, yo; rockin' Eighty–Level Chieftain.

Scar the ground beneath my plodding when I lead a campaign;

With my buddy Kel'Thuzad, I see that chaos doth reign!

An Unstoppable Force, and you'll be easily moved,

Because my verses run so deep, they're like Azjol-Nerub!

I'll take your whole posse to school like it was Scholo;

"DEATH" rune for Astaroth, while gluts of ghouls are zerging Voldo!

Leatherwork a Murloc costume out that overgrown lizard,

Trammel you in Chains of Ice and bury you beneath a Blizzard.

Shatter shards like disenchanting from that eyesore you brandish;

Just ask Illidan: defeating me is Outlandish!



Choice transmog job, but no sharper of a tongue!

I keep the pressure 'til your soul is mine; call me Shang Tsung.



Oh, drop the Charade and face the facts of it, you phony:

I'm a dread–lord like Cervantes; you're as fake as Don Quixote!



Come on! I'll claw your face until it's swollen as my arm,

And just one run-through of my blade will have you buying the farm!



Hey, I bet you'd know a bunch about "buying", you blue bastard;

Probably paid a panda just to perk your power–level faster.



Oh yeah? Well– *FZZZT!*


…Enough is enough;

I have had it with this sword and all its wack possession stuff!

Yo, I need to be alone to mope and wallow in my shame,

And so I'm leaving to atone, and hope you'll follow in my vein!








Hold it!


I'm a man with no life, because I've got too many;

Popping back and just reviving all the time like I was Kenny!

Let that sink in while I sow some power back into this sword,

So it can reap my soul at last and I can stop being so bored…



Nightmare, Spirit of Soul Edge:







Oh, don't start with me, Sir Giantholeinthetorso;

Looking like the flimsiest of fiends Beyond the Dark Portal.







Ooooh, WoW; so edgy, bro!

Come right at me in a frenzy; watch me parry every blow,

While the cool spells I Frost–weave will rend your bones in seconds!

Still, Ner'zhul tells I must leave; the Frozen Throne beckons.









Siegfried Schtauffen, Champion of Soul Calibur:

With a conscience clear as crystal, I inform you that I'm back;

Hilt of heavens in my hands, but hella–hard on the attack!





Ganon: DIE!



This ends now, Arthas! God is pissed off at you;

Spirit sword demanding justice, hero fit see it through:

An Unbreakable Soul, like a Seven–Branch Blade.

More than capable to solo you; a one–man raid!

Well, I've got more Melni–bones to pick with you than Lord Marrowgar;

Your mind is more Forsaken than the Ruins of Lordaeron are.

Quilboars for western agents, but forgotten how to pork,

And now your lady's moving on to dating dragons and an orc!



You think I hold the slightest flicker for ol' Jaina? Bitch, please!

Couldn't be moore proud of dumping her; I ain't no Mister Freeze.

Still, you're quite the strong opponent, with a body fit and able,

So I'll raise you for my Horsemen; let you clean the ponies' stables.



When I wreak Elysian vengeance, know my victory won't be peaceful:

In my soul there lies redemption; yours is wrought with only evil.

Dark Lady's rooting for me, and I send you her regards;

Disses shooting like a poison arrow through your wicked heart!



Ha, good luck trying! I cut that sucker out my chest;

Quite a bit like Davy Jones in that regard, I must confess.

You knocked Algol from his perch, but I'm a different kind of story:

Masked–Emperor–of–the–Damned–to–be in finest time of glory!

Like a Mustafar Bizarro–World, I have the higher ground;

Lich's circle is complete, and now I take my icy crown.

Feel the Wrath and rising power; hear the banshees croon and sing,

For in the final hour, all must serve the one true king!









*Record scratch*


Wait, wait, seven years?

You're telling me that after all that buildup, he's just gonna sleep there for seven years before doing anything?!






Why not?! Give me one good reason why he would.













So, the big, bad Lich is gonna take a little nap?

Used to do that sort of thing, but now I'm over that crap,

And so I'm here, wide–awake and fully–focused; check my gauge.

Out from shadows, book in hand, and verses swarming off the page!

Gabriel Belmont, the Dragon Dracul:

Laying siege upon the stage; Prince of Darkness in the groove,

Bloody Tears and Void and Chaos all incarnate in my moves!

Watch me Whip It, good as Ivy; even better still than Devo.

Feel my hatred, more than likely to defile your cathedral.

I'm a lash–and–flailing, titan–scaling creature of the night;

Tell a "righteous" prick just how it is, then go in for the bite!

A persistent thorn in sides, like Chupacabras causing trouble;

Carmilla, for instance, knows how wont I am to bursting bubbles.

Ever–dangerous to Pantheons; at times, it's hard to fathom:

Like Agreus, without a bell to chime for getting past him.

What I've known and seen and done will leave a hardened soldier crying;

Even prone to stabbing folks in Reverie, not even trying!

Mirror of Fate says: abandon all hope of besting me;

You may be He Who Fights the Past, but there's no fighting destiny.

I'd let you ask my son Trevor, but he's busy with romance;

Working on your girlfriend Hilde with his lycanthropic lance!

Next to my tormented soul, you're but a whiny emo wanker;

Seen more heartstring–tugging pathos in the plays of Toy Maker.

And that truly is a sword of God: it's going to betray you;

You're its chosen sorry sod to crystal–freeze the world like grey goo!

It's true, I've murdered families here and there, but don't be hating,

'Cause I got my act together, and I did the same to Satan.

I'm Dracula, spectacular; undying in my advantage!

You're as miserable a secret–pile as any mortal man is.






I DECIDE!!!!!!!



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Handsome Jack:

Handsome Jack here, and let me tell you how it goes:

I shoot my critics in the face; Badaboom, case closed.

Amped stings like a Bee in a C.C. combo;

No hag's gonna hurt the Hyperion honcho!

You've got a cliffside in the shape of your prune–face,

And a masochist hunchback stumped by a boulder.

I've got Jackmore and an all–seeing moon–base;

Razing bandit cities up from orbit with my mortars!

No safe Haven; out for blood on your trail.

Catch a train to Sanctuary, and I blow it off the rails!

Yo, Blake, heads up: better fetch my violin;

I'll be playing this squawker off, 'cause the hero always wins!



If you come up to my lair today,

A big Nasty Surprise is surely headed your way;

It's No Place for a Hero, nor a douchey Skag–licker.

I'm a legendary giant; badass heavy–hitter!

Lifetime prime rhymer, Rare rapper; tricky–dicky.

Boss with a Boom Box; down for getting Jiggy–wiggy!

I've got curses by the Vault–full to wreck your regime:

Blow your 'bots to Nuts and Bolts and make Wilhelm Scream. (Aaaaaah!)

Flush you down Loggo, grind your guts up in Clanker;

I'm chock–full of Moxxi, from my warts to my cankers!

You're in Cloud Cuckooland to think you'll come out on top;

I'd sooner count my eggs for solving Stop 'n' Swop!

Now here's a fun little quiz; put your smarts to the test:

Who's the witty, witchy, wicked wench you can't put to rest?

That's me, Grunty: 'top my Tragedy Tower,

Hailing fire from the peak upon this two–faced little coward!


Handsome Jack:

You don't know Jack; better quit it with the gibbering:

I'll have my girl Sheriff lynch your ass for verbal littering!

I get the Sirens blaring with my Presence in a match;

You're as full of hot air as that pathetic Mr. Patch!

Think your googly–eyed goons are gonna get to this Invader?

Watch me crack your stupid cactus; mighty like a Jinjonator.

You'll crash and burn harder than Professor Nakayama;

When you get to Hell, tell I said "hi" to grandmama.

Own a Pandora's Box worth of gunrunning gear;

Mutilate you like our preservation slagging "volunteers".

Shake floors' foundations; think construction engineers.

Spitting out more gems than Butt Stallion's rear!

I'm a god among men, and I Butcher with impunity,

Spoon–scooping eyes out at every Opportunity;

A sorcerer, a titan! Come and get me, giant witch;

Moral of the story is, you're nothing but a total Bitch.




…How unbefitting! I've lost my precious skin,

And yet the crone is still kicking; guess I got a Second Wind.

Even prone to keeping at it from a shallow grave limbo;

Now I'll see your fanny flattened like a house of grey Jinjos!

It's on like Donkey Kong; I'm Overpowered to the limit.

You're an egotist Goliath with the manhood of a midget!

Call me Grunty the Invincible; no way you can beat me,

And I'll wipe your saved game if you endeavor to cheat me!


Handsome Jack:

I won't even question how the hell you're still alive;

It won't make a note of difference when my Warrior arrives!

My majestic voice ECHOes from the Highlands to the Dust,

With trespassers facing death by a Thousand Cuts.

I boast bazillions of boomsticks; your broomstick's screwed.

Serving prime rib rhymes; yours are stale fast food.

Quit your Mumbo Jumbo–spewing, 'cause for all your Claptrap,

You're outgunned by a bird in a bear's backpack!



That's a dingy pot of disses you're unloading there, mister;

Should've studied on my secrets with my goody–goody sister!

I weld swell spells with all the power of a factory,

Silencing a sucker like my family's anastrophe!

You're headed for catastrophe; imperiled like a saucer,

When I use you as a battery like your beloved daughter:

Flip a switch, and your handsome looks are altogether slaughtered.

Best Game Over ever; Grunty's looking rather hotter!


Mumbo Jumbo:

Eekum Bokum, New-U is very good!

Meet with Mumbo at my magic–making mountain, Grunty should.






I DECIDE!!!!!!!



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MOLEMAN'S EPIC RAP BATTLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




…THE VAULT DWELLER!!!!!!!!!!!!




"Mad" Max Rockatansky:

Two men go to war out on the wasted roadside;

Take a guess of how many gonna leave this place alive.

Yo, welcome to the post–apocalyptic land down under;

We Don't Need Another Hero 'round and out to steal my thunder.

Must be Mad to the Max, trying to tackle Rockatansky;

Got the rad and Gutsy raps for any task like Mister Handy.

I'm a well–oiled machine amid a world that's gone to pig shit;

Main Patrol Force on the highway, dishing lead in lieu of tickets!

Hell–bent on kicking asses as I am for donning leather,

Running Mari–posers over in my Falcon Interceptor.

Boy, you'll lose it all when I unleash my vocal engine roar;

Humungus hollers that'll shake your flimsy region to the Core!

Surrender now for safe passage; don't bust that deal,

Lest an unlucky 13–er face a spin of the wheel.

A broken water chip is gonna be the least of all your problems,

When I chain you up and see your foot Sawed–off like my shotgun!


The Vault Dweller:

Maaaaybe you should start retreating, Raggedy Man:

Hop over back to your tribe, and stick to playing their Peter Pan.

Your Goose is bound to be cooked when I kneecap a punk down,

'Cause I'm the Master with a Blaster who decide who run Junktown!

I'll make a Bloody Mess of you, FUBAR as any Centaur,

Loot your mutilated corpse, and then record it in my memoirs!

Your Intellect is limited; I'm Gifted, full of genius:

Decimate you like the Khans, and never let you pull a phoenix,

When I cut off your toes, leave you a shell of a man,

And blind you with my Red Ryder, just as well as I can.

Part you on the terms I did my Overseer back at home,

And you won't see Tomorrow–morrow; never get to Thunderdome!

Spitting rhymes with S.P.E.C.I.A.L. style, aimed to put you in your place,

And Pox–eclipse your lines, as sterile as the Super Mutant race.

My California raps will put your Tupac tribute straight to shame;

I've got a BFF in Dogmeat. What's your mongrel even named?


Mad Max:

Rarely one for many words, but now you've got me mighty riled,

And so I hurl 'em like a razor boomerang; a wild child!

Verses piercing as a blaring doggie whistle; you'll be deafened,

Crash–and–burning like a Boeing Jumbo 747.

Won't be long for the living 'less you get it set to fleeing;

Even then, I'll maybe shoot you in the back and call me Ian.

I'm the man who makes a difference when I'm taking up command,

Trucking tankers' worth of disses; yours'll fall as flat as sand.


The Vault Dweller:

Wanna talk about Sands? I'd be a pro on the subject:

Watch me grace a barren land and plant the seeds of a Republic.

You're as big a fool as Harry, the mutie Unity bumpkin,

And I'll beat you black and blue before I smash you like a pumpkin.

Bitch, you battle like a brahmin; yo, your other head is missing!

Wrong the Dweller, you'll be pressed to find a Deathclaw less forgiving.

Raider–razing, hater–hazing, ace trailblazer of a guy;

I built Arroyo, but my poems' flow is never running dry!


Mad Max:

Keep your speeches, Fallout Boy, 'cause you can take 'em to your grave!

Your situation sees no spooky Stranger set to make a save;

You've fewer means of beating me than working cars around to drive.

Only Tina Turner crosses the Road Warrior and survives!


The Vault Dweller:

It's time to drop a bombshell: I'm packing backing, got a team.

Three friends to leave you like Lou Tenant: come apart at the seams!

The first'll make grandpappy proud when he's inheriting the scene,

And so I'm out; you'll find me up at the Café of Broken Dreams.


The Chosen One:

They say war never changes, but I'm switching up the beats,

So gimme one to build a dream on, and I'll bring the flaming heat!

I can aggrieve and roast a rival, hot as tools of bursting atoms,

But perceive your boasts as idle; not a bullet's worth to back 'em.

I was born a Chosen Champion, and now I'm fully–grown:

A Prizefighter movie star, and got a car to call my own.

Made Man down in Reno, gecko–ganker up in Oregon;

Cross my line of fire, you're as dead as Franky Horrigan!

You've all the charm of Myron, with the courage of Pariah,

While the G.E.C.K. has nothing on the miracles of this messiah.

You can't even trump this tribal in your dreams, you petty loser,

'Cause I'll have Hakunin haunt them; make you scream like Freddy Krueger!

BOOM! Blast you with my Bozar, modded to the peak of pain,

Then make a retarded Skynet with your misshapen, mangled brain.

I'll roll a plasma rifle critical and turn you straight to mush;

Scold you so badly, even Sergeant Dornan's face would have to blush.


Mad Max:

Is that the best that you could scavenge up, you carbon copy stand–in?

Either way, it's clear our candidness of combat is abandoned.

Mate, I don't mind fighting dirty; that's the norm in the outback,

So here's the aforementioned Entity who run my soundtrack:


Tina Turner:

Ooooh, I'm Breaking Every Rule, and heads are gonna gyrate;

Aunty's amping up the ante on this toe–consuming primate!

Must be hopped on Ultrajet to think you'll top the Acid Queen;

This here's a verbal drive–by out up on Highway Nineteen!

Four times more a rhythm–ruler than my thuggish druggie husband:

Twenty–Four–Seven–soulful; skill in plentiful abundance.

Love's got none at all to do with it, 'cause simply, I'm the Best,

And you'd do the same being good to me and showing some respect!

Your Wildest Dreams'll be the only place you'll ever see me thwarted;

Punt you up to Trial Temple, send you right Back Where You Started.

Mmmmm, I'll bring you to your knees, but still I won't be satisfied,

Until I go full–GoldenEye and strike you with a satellite!


The Chosen One:

Ol' Anna Mae can shove it like a cake up in her face;

I'll sink her Mary harder than an Enclave oil rigger base.

Alas, I hear my village beckon, needing leading from this beast host,

And so I leave your wrecking to my buddy on the East Coast:


The Lone Wanderer:

Trouble on the Homefront? There's no need to fear;

Our last, best hope of victory, the Wanderer is here!

A shining karmic paragon you'll be incapable of staining:

Hear the DJ praise my name; a saint unsuitable for framing.

I assault controlling dolts in Vaults; revolt against compliance,

Battle worse–than–average bears by day and lay at night with Lyons!

I'm a hero, you're a phony; Mechanist is less a joke,

So you and Aunty Agonizer best skedaddle 'fore you're smoked.

You're backwards–assed as communists, so call me Liberty Prime;

A lyric Project Purity to purge a track of crappy rhymes,

With gibes designed get your G.O.A.T. while keeping Rivetingly real.

Don't wanna set the world on fire, but a mic's another deal!

No Survival Guide's enough to make you half a match for me,

When I drop Megaton bombs just like an MIRV!

I am the Alpha and Omega, here to state a Revelation:

You're as full of it as Eden, and I'm shutting down your station,

'Cause I need no V.A.T.S. assistance hitting rhythms with precision,

Spitting mesmerizing phrases; straight enslaving competition.

Whacking hacks for talking smack and chopping up their puny meat,

With perks aplenty, every quantum; Nuka–Break–the–scale–elite.

My power's Not of This World; no replicating this man,

And Tunnel Snakes are cool and all, but yo, I rule the Wasteland!

With Hellfire–forged duds and nifty bobbleheads to tout,

My will of steel is never broken; Almost Perfect, not a doubt.


Tina Turner:

The boy's an ace, and by Nichiren, I'm too old to play his game.

Sorry, Maxie; Tina's out, so maybe pass the mic to Bane.


Mad Max:

I guess a Private Dancer's not as good a private rapping tool;

Still, no goody–goody daddy's boy is making me his fool!

It's time to maximize the madness like a Dunwich aberration;

F.E.V. can't hold a candle to my final transformation!



Mad Mel Gibson:

Ring, ring, ring! You'd better pick up the receiver,

So my words can verbal–rape you like a pack of Feral Reavers!

Got the beat under my influence, and you're the one who's crashing;

Bringing Payback, and I punish with a Patriotic Passion!

Leave a Man Without a Face, my curses cutting like a cleaver;

Chew you up and spit you out, and then I'll blame it on the Beaver!

Freaking own Malibu, and now I'm taking D.C.;

An Icon, and ain't no bounty hunter's regulating me!

You must be a jew, 'cause this is war, and you're the one to fault,

So gimme back my win, or else I'm setting fire to your Vault!

I'll make iguana-on-a-stick, where the iguana's your intestines,

But before I do, get on your knees and blow my Lethal Weapon!


The Lone Wanderer:

Think your daffy rants are gonna threaten me, you bigot clown?

I oughta shoot you in the head the way I took Tenpenny down,

But my Pip-Boy says I've got a summons back across the river,

And the last of our quartet is nearly ready to deliver…


Mad Mel Gibson:

Let me guess: you're hanging up and calling in another friend,

But Mel is one tough motherfucker, and he won't be getting scared!

Plus, I bet you plan to torture me before this battle's end;

Well, go ahead and bring it on! You know my nipples are prepared.


The Courier:

Express shipment, delivery for Old Man Gibson;

Contents: bitch bent to give this prick a head–kicking.

Lucky 38–er lady with a statement to proclaim:

Number Six is fourth in line, but number one at taking names!

I'm a max–implanted, grave–evading ex–lobotomite;

Your ass is Crazy, Crazy, Crazy as the wackest kin of night!

When I play my Wild Card, I'll be the one and only Victor;

Scorching you so hard, you'll almost wish for nuclear winter!

White Glove–level Luxe, without the pesky people–eating;

Knock a sucker off the Tops, and leave his checkered rear retreating.

Hanlon had a reason lying; when you do it, It's a Sin,

And like Elijah's clouded mind, I won't let you Begin Again!

I can serve a word–bombardment worthy of the mighty Boomers,

Win a bet against the House, and sabotage a tyrant's tumor.

Freely treading on the Bear and decimating Legion bitches;

No Gods, No Masters, and my friends have "Off" switches!

Beating me's a longer shot than for a ghoulish spaceman;

It's never even gonna happen in the Wild Wasteland.

I'll call a Boone–headshot; you'll never see it 'til you're splattered,

'Cause when all the chips are down, I've got the only one that matters.

Legend like the Burned Man, my mention making haters nervous;

Rock you harder than Ulysses' world, and do it all on purpose!

Rolling triple–twenty–sixes, and I'll sack your Caravan,

Before I show you to my bouncer:

Yes Man: Let me show you Hoover Dam!


(*Mad Mel Gibson emits a Goofy Holler as Yes Man chucks him from the highest tower on Hoover Dam*)






I DECIDE!!!!!!!!


MOLEMAN'S EPIC RAP BATTLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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MOLEMAN'S EPIC RAP BATTLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




…SHEOoooww– *static*


Ooh, let me just go ahead, laddy.



Uncle Sheo has the skill for sending shivers to these jams,

So take a helpful hint, resume a stony stasis state and scram!

This hodgepodge against the Madgod? The sod is unworthy!

Oughta tear out his intestines; turn the tracts all topsy–turvy.

Sovereign prince, I reign supreme in much the manner of Celestia.

I'll make your head a trophy; let Relmyna use the rest of ya'.

My Wabbajack'll whack a wacko Jabberwocky clown;

Be crossing me, I guarantee you're going down, down, down!

Ya' know I'm on a sweet roll, and your demise is what I'm stipulating;

Stick a fork in you and Split your sides, with mane horripilating!

Plead insanity, you'll be rejected from my Madhouse,

For I'm the Daedra Hatter; you couldn't even be my Dormouse.

The finest cornerstone of the Tribunal House of Troubles;

Skooma Cat'll channel Sanguine and get you right befuddled!

You'll be left in bloody Shambles, Gnarled coat and colors muted,

While I summon cheese for everyone… your sorry arse excluded.



Tea's off, Fluttershy, and do avert your precious ears:

I want this bearded bum the only one who's shedding epic tears.

It's time to loose it, ill as Bluest flu and cruel as any Meanie;

Take a page or two from Molag Bal on top a few from Genie.

When I put a hoof down, you'd best prepare to be drained;

I'll see your hail of flaming hounds all choking on some Chocolate Rain!

Your resource is mediocre; I can make a drink a slaughter:

Slit some throats like Jake the Joker with a tiny glass of water.

Everfree–style, hipper than remains of ol' Pelagius;

Penta–barfing out a phrase, and now the chaos is contagious!

Serve a slew of Screwballs until it's your strike three;

I'll leave your Isles looking like some Salvador Dalí.

A chimeric aberrant, inherent merits apparent, I swear it: cherished as the apple of fair Eris' eye.

What you're declaring's incoherent, errors transparently glaring; just like solving my maze, you know it ain't gonna fly!



At my Crucible of truth, your Blissful ignorance is snubbed;

A more disastrous Discovery than the seizure of the Hub.

I'm in a righteous rapping Mania, Ti–wrecking scruffy, phony blokes,

Who've dampened their Dementia to reform for fluffy pony folk!



Oh, Friendship may be Magic, but I'll tell you what else is:

Primal diamond–spitting rhyming that'll render you helpless!

Yours is dull as clunky boulders, and the contrast's off the charts;

I'll brainwash Rarity, and lo as still she tells our lines apart!

Coldly douse your Flame of Agnon, well and truly to Oblivion,

Then swipe away your staff and hand to you a more befitting one.



Well, I'll gobble you up like Stanley Grapefruit from Passwall,

Go Rebel Rabbit on my Boot, and shove it up your–



Haskill is sorry for the stoppage of your scheduled shenanigans,

But my lord, I fear you ought to know: the Greymarch has began again.

The champion you called's been waiting outside since this morning;

Sir, a duel of verse or broken curse: which is more important?



Oooh, I really shouldn't have done that! Now my time is running out;

An era over: the return of Order primed to come about!

The crystal forces fast approaching, can't revoke encroaching fate;

I'd say to put on your horse armor, yet already it's too late.

The madness in my mind is going; I can feel it, not a question,

And the lunacies for which I stood, I see now as transgressions,

For my realm, she is dead! Yes, Sheogorath, he is dead,

And all shall crumble now before the power coming in his stead…



Stop right there, chaotic scum; you've violated the law!

It's time to see my plane reclaimed; annihilate every flaw.

Big, bad Jyggalag: I bring the Order, straight–up and raw;

Built like a brick house, and wrecking you like one made of straw!

With nigh–omniscience and my triumph preordained,

I cut the wretched Roots of Madness; logicize your loony brain.

Behold this silver sentinel, outshining every Golden Saint!

You know I really take the biscuit; talking broken ones, I ain't.



There's little fun in making sense, but even less in what you follow,

And for all your Knifepoint threats, the menace posed to me is Hollow,

So to Tartarus with you and all your Fringe idea–preaching!



Over my cold, severed heart, for Order's sphere is ever–reaching!

Madness fades now from this realm; just ask the Duke, or was it Duchess?

Either way, Equestria is next to fall in crystal clutches.



That's enough! It's time I showed you my true form and full ferocity,

With power to surpass any hot–diggedy monstrosity…



You surely must have seen this coming, Fluttershy, my friend,

And now, like All Good Things, my time among your kind comes to an end…

Hold it up, did I say all? Well, au contraire, there's one exception:

I, Q, eternal trickster, teaching this grey goon a lesson!

He who longs to conquer sense of self like Borg assimilation

Stands before me now on trial, judged on worth of preservation,

With the verdict clear as futile is his coming and advance:

I shall unweave his Tapestry of being, and grant no second chance!

You've got a Death Wish facing me; you'll end up worse than bloody–nosed!

Can start a war with but a finger–snap; I shatter status quos.

You couldn't even beat my son or that forgotten fop Trelane,

And I'll be Breaking you more Badly than midair–colliding planes!

With nigh–omnipotence, I see through all your high–and–mighty bull:

I'll send your shiny hiney flying; the Worf Effect applies in full.

I needn't go Napoleonic to command a tour de force,

So get this Q–tip through your stuffy ears, and chart a different course.








MOLEMAN'S EPIC RAP BATTLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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…COMMANDER SHEPARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




• Captain John Price: •

Know I ain't a liar when I say I'm bound for victory;

Your blood will be the ink that records this truth in history.

I'd break you with the will of but a solitary man,

But nobody fights alone, so blood brother, lend a hand!


• Captain John "Soap" MacTavish: •

It's ravishing MacTavish, here to ravage savagely with rhyming!

Ain't No Rushin' is required; yo, I spit in perfect timing.

Skilled sharpshooting Scot in prime prestige surpassing measuring;

A human Omni-tool, just like Ramirez doing everything!


Price: Zakhaev knows: I've got a real disarming personality.


Soap: Scrubbing out the worst scum of the Earth's my speciality!


P: Cross the One-Four-One, you think you're tough enough?


S: I'll shank you harder than the last Shepherd that fucked with us!


P: Well, when we ended that traitor, Makarov was left hanging…


S: Good thing he came back, and Makarov was left hanging!


P: Now it's D-Day for the Normandy!


S: You're getting overthrown.


P: We're breaking through your every barrier like Joker's brittle bones.


S: The unsaddlers of Horsemen!


P: No Oasis from my vengeance.


S: Instigating Shock and Awe; dropping bombs with every sentence!


P: We're the righteous warring wolverines!


S: You're closer to a cattle.


P/S: Space cows will be harmed in the making of this battle!



• Commander Shepard: •

I've had enough of your distorted proclamations;

You're so blindly self-assured, I'd call it self-Indoctrination.

As I draw the line between us, know I'm well-prepared to hold,

Because if your Warfare is Modern, mine's Advanced a hundredfold!

Eclipsing you like any common pack of mercenary punks;

I even trump your Finest Hours while I'm out and getting drunk.

A Paragon before most, but I'll be tearing you to pieces!

Beat the Reapers; best believe I'll break your cycle of releases.

Even Conrad Verner thinks your rabid fans are immature;

Your games are sterile as the Genophage, so let me be the cure!

I'll maybe throw you in a Gulag, let you wither into Husks,

And then incinerate your precious journal; Dust to Dust.

Operation Kingfish? More like big, stupid CoD!

Your crew's about legit as Blasto or a Volus bio-god.

Watch this Spectre make a different kind of specter out of Ghost;

May have saved the Rachni Queen, but I'll be stomping out your Roach!

This battle's like Virmire: someone won't be getting out alive,

And next to this N7 Veteran, you know you won't survive.

I'll take my Cain to town and blast you back to World War Freaking Two;

Even Fox News could diss me more convincingly than you!

It's quantifiable; just do the math, like Project Overlord:

My skills will land your whole designer team in the Infirmary Ward.

I'm Commander Shepard, and you both can go to Hell,

Because your rapping is my least-favorite, on or off the Citadel!



• Captain Price: •


Bravo Six to Nikolai: don't pick us up just yet;


We're not extracting 'til it's settled who's a n00b and who's a Vet.


Soap: We're aiming down our iron sights, and fragging you is what they're set on.


Price: Stopped World War Three, but now it's verbal armageddon!


S: We're the Harbingers of profit for the Activision brand.


P: Take a look at our sales numbers; even Mason understands!


The finest in our line of Duty.


S: Rising up above the Call!


S/P: Bring your squalid squad along, we'll make a killstreak of them all!



• Commander Shepard: •

Ah, yes, "game sales": think they're Sovereign in authority?

The Council isn't even that askew with their priorities!

I think I'll take your tip and get my team in on this song;

Loyal friends, come on down and help me prove the Price is wrong!


• Garrus Vakarian: •

Yo, I'm done with calibrations; now it's time for target practice.

An Archangel of oration, with my snipe regarded matchless!


• Liara T'Soni: •

Know you ain't hallucinating as I throw you 'cross the stage!

The Shadow Broker isn't scared of you; I've got your dossiers.


• Urdnot Wrex: •

Your whole clan is getting Wrekt; I really bring the pressure, brah!

My flow's acidic, and I spit it hard as any Thresher Maw!


• Tali'Zorah: •

You sold a hundred million units, but not one has got a soul,

So go and shove your words up your emergency induction holes!


Garrus: I spared Sidonis, but I'm never gonna let you losers walk!


Tali: Unlike my face, you know our rhymes are anything but borrowed stock.


Liara: I've done research on better men than you from back in Javik's day.


Wrex: We'll maul you like a Varren pack!


Garrus: Forget what C-Sec has to say.


Wrex: A squad of rapping Battlemasters; you're as asinine as Wreav.


Liara: Even Glyph could school you bastards!


Tali: Take a pilgrimage and leave.


Garrus/Liara: Like an overcooked grenade…


Tali/Wrex: …Or fighters going kamikaze…


All: …It's a Suicide Mission if you step to Shepard's posse!



Captain Price: Soap and I are falling back…


Soap: …But don't mistake it for surrender…


Price: …'Cause your strength-in-numbers schtick's about to get returned to sender!


S: Things are getting dark and scary…


P: …Yet more wacky on the whole…


S: …So without further hesitation…




• Tank Dempsey: •

You better get those windows boarded when the Tank comes rolling in;

This Scary Monster with a Bowie Knife's a true American!


• Nikolai Belinski: •

Now enter Stalin's bane, merciful less often than he's sober.

You remind me of my wife: I'll Insta-Kill you five times over!


• Takeo Masaki: •

By my ancestors' honor, you shall not escape alive;

For those who face this Death Machine, no medi-gel can Quick Revive.


• Dr. Edward Richtofen: •

The Doc is in, with schemes aplenty and an ace in every hole;

When they all come to fruition, I'll assume direct control!


Dempsey: The power switch is set to "ON"…


Takeo: …And every avenue is open!


Nikolai: Watch us overrun your vessel.


Richtofen: Call it Normandie der Toten!


Nikolai: Full of carbonated perks.


Takeo: Our Wonder Weapons Pack-a-Punch!


Richtofen: Time to cause some Grief!


Dempsey: We'll let the undead eat your brains for lunch.


All: From Shangri-La up to the Moon, we'll take the carnage anywhere!


Nikolai: I've been more scared by little girls!


Dempsey: You're all a bunch of teddy bears.


Takeo: No Unity can save you now!


Richtofen: We'll crack your skulls like Easter eggs.


All: This zombie-slaying team's as lethal as your whole Collector Base!



Tali: Come and get us then, you psychos!


Garrus: You won't last a single round.


Liara: Go teleport yourselves away.


Wrex: We'll leave you crawling on the ground!


• Commander Shepard: •

You know I'm Massively Effective when I synthesize a flow!

Now, there's a galaxy out there to save; my crew and I should go.






I DECIDE!!!!!!!!!


MOLEMAN'S EPIC RAP BATTLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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 …STEPHEN KING'S IT!!!!!!!!!!!




• It: •

My time has come to wake again from thirty years of slumber;

You'd do Penny-wise to make like Stan so you don't have to suffer,

When this small-town boogeyman destroys these Inner City Posers,

Serving up a terror-Tempest that'll trump your tepid 'coaster!

You're too old to stand a chance; I'm everything you've ever feared:

This world-consuming child-eater hungers like a Langolier!

A fiend beyond your foulest nightmares, for I'm not of this dimension;

Just like Giygas, my true form exceeds your feeble comprehension!

Lesser evils shrink before me; ask my old pal, Henry Bowers.

Watch me crash your crappy Carnival and make the spirits cower:

Drop your Great Milenko faster than a Disney record label;

Cutting jugulars of Juggalos, I make it extra-painful!

All your fans must be as blinded as the adults in these suburbs,

'Cause your whole discography belongs discarded in my gutter!

This is IT; the end for both of you! I'll drag your asses down,

And leave your bloated bodies floating where the water's thick and brown!


• Insane Clown Posse: •

Shaggy 2 Dope: Yo, we're a Psychopathic rapping pair of wicked-wild wrestlers…

Violent J: …Out on a hunt To Catch A sewer-dwelling child Predator!

We lay a sucka bugaboo to Boogie Woogie Waste…

S2D: …With Faygo shower spray like battery acid up In Yo' Face!

Got a deck of Joker's Cards, ripe for release from up our sleeves…

VJ: …And their Unveiling's Thy undoing; ain't no drain will grant reprieve!

S2D: Our Mighty Death Pop is set for bursting more than your balloons.

Both: We'll blast your wack ass back to Hell's Pit with a Bang, Pow, Boom!

S2D: The Southwest Strangla's a distant cry from Scooby's stoner friend;

I'll tear your anus open wider than an anti-Eminem,

With disses damning as a ride down the Illusionary Halls,

Before I Slash your head right off and toss it like a Bowling Ball!

VJ: I fire off my Violent verses like a clip of silver bullets,

But in terms of wrecking you, 'bout any Loser crew could pull it.

Hard and steady as Maturin's shell, but fast with axe attacks,

And I'll be throwing you more Twiztid curves than Jeckel Brother Jack!

S2D: Call this the Ritual of Chüd, part número tres;

VJ: Won't be relenting 'til your putrid Derry-ére is straight-erased!

We'll take a hatchet to your balls and grind 'em into Curry stew…

Both: …'Cause we've seen Miracles galore, but still we don't believe in you!


• It: •

Your skulls are thicker than the pages of the novel whence I hail,

But I can see Behind the Paint, and make your Hokus Pokus fail!

You think pure Evil Is Afraid of your pathetic little schtick?

I'll leech your bodies dry of blood just like that ol' Hockstetter prick,

So take your pick: I've got a thousand different ways for you to die.

Devour you and your producer, too; three piggies in a pie!

I'll undo you like a Slipknot; It's All Over for you maggots!

How can you hope to outwit me when you're stumped by fucking magnets?

Darkness ancient as the Tower, and no sooner will I crumble,

For my horror is Universal; mimicking the whole ensemble.

Time for clowning 'round is through, and now I'm taking out the trash,

With eight unholy legs a-walkin', and my deadlights set to flash!


• Insane Clown Posse: •

Shaggy 2 Dope: Think you're above the human race with that Todash arachnid crap?!

Violent J: ICP acts Above the Law when we deliver Murder-Raps:

We'll leave more craters in your face than when you show up in the moon,

'Fore we extract your bloody, beating heart like it's Temple of Doom!

S2D: Then after all is said and done, we'll get some Juggalettes to gather,

And proceed to play some Neden Game on top of your cadaver!

VJ: Said we'd send you down to Hell, but it so happens that we lied…

S2D: …Because that shit's too good for you, and so you go to Echo Side!

VJ: The Riddle Box is popping open, and your final fate is sealed!

S2D: Prepare to meet your brother Dandelo out in the Killing Fields!









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• Death: •

Word of warning here: forget about the lofty Cost of Living,

'Cause the price of crossing me's a hundredfold if I'm forgiving!

Whether chilling in my realm or as a mortal each centennial,

The Endless biggest sis's gothic beauty is perennial!

A soul-collector nice as I? Good luck with ever finding one,

Yet here up on the mic, I've all the fury of the Kindly Ones,

When I attack a bony, hackneyed, homely phony reaper

As the one and only ultimate in mortal coil-keepers!

You'll end up like my poor middle brother: straight-vacate your station,

When I see you get a lifetime's worth of shame; humiliation

From the Vertigo my dizzying disses hit you with. You'll soon Despair!

I'll put the "psycho" into "psychopomp"; leave you in disrepair!

Contest against this Champion? You're hardly my competitor;

In terms of schticks-personified, you're more on par with Pedobear!

You oughta go and ask your old pal Marlo if she's heard of me;

Like Gadling finally croaking, my defeat will take Eternity!


• Death: •

Let Death arrest her customary silence for a spell

To drop omniscient lyrics deeper than the annals of my Well:

You're lost in deep Delirium; mad as a titan's hopeless courting.

I'm the empress of the end; you're as legit as Emperor Norton!

They say War Is Hell, but it hath not a fury close to mine;

I'll send you to Oblivion with Cosmic Power most divine!

Ensnare you like a Crowley wannabe with no mistake of target;

When you mess with Lady Death, she strikes with Adamantine hardness!

Watch mortality incarnate wreck an eldritch Marcia Brady;

Any Cancer of a wretch who steps to Death's Beyonder-Crazy!

Bring your siblings all along to aid in challenging my mantle,

For your Seven Ds are less a threat to me than Disney Channel's!

Inescapable as gravity, and twice as harsh a mistress;

Doesn't take your Dead Boy buddies to Detect which Death'll win this.

Go consult your older brother's book, and find it's quite confirmable:

Your effort's doomed as Captain Mar-Vell; diagnosis terminal!


• Death: •

That verse had all the logic of a rant on life's unfairness,

With a flow awkward as when they had me teaching AIDS awareness!

My demolishing this bag of bones will come as no surprise;

You're in the Dead Pool: even Wade is betting on your swift demise!

You're Dreaming if disputing Death is what your dreary rear's Desiring;

Ask any cosplay expert which of us is more inspiring.

Like metaphoric wings, all feel the beating of my voice,

For one must bend to me or face Annihilation; make your choice.


• Death: •

Giving ultimatums, are we, pasty punk? You're off your rocker;

Full of Rot, and tactless as that omnicidal sicko, Walker.

Still, it's high time for a change, so don't you think my aura fazed

As I once more resume my silence while my champion takes the stage...


• Thanos: •

I'm throwing down the Gauntlet: spitting Gems of Infinite dopeness;

Wooing the woman of my worship with this intricate opus!

I'm resurrected once again and back to cause galactic harm,

And you can bet this time I won't end up retired on some farm!

I'll bathe the star-ways with the innards of this Deviant impostor

With Titanic rhyming, sharper than the blades up on my copter!

Take one look into my eyes; you'll panic like my matron parent did.

When Thanos gets to Rising, taking flight is quite Imperative!

With Cosmic Cube in hand, I'll A.I.M. to conquer space and time,

And when my fleet's on the attack, the only Sanctuary's mine.

I'm an Eternal-dreaded warlord, carrying out cross-cosmic slaughter,

And your title-claim's legit as Nebula being my granddaughter!


• Death: •

That's enough of Mr. Purple People-Killer; shift the view to me:

I fought the Auditors, but now I'm bringing on the scrutiny.

A righteous Reaper Man who you'd do well not to offend,

Because you rodents couldn't even match my squeaky little friend!

No Rite of AshkEnte in effect; attendant of my own accord.

I'll reap you all as lowly peasants; you're unworthy of my sword!

Regardless whether you believe in me, I'll always be the realest,

And I pimp-smack punks so hard, even their unborn children feel it!

It's all Bad Omens for gothy here; poor Girl's out of her Element.

I'll crush her with the full force of four planet-carrying elephants,

Then Ultimately Nullify this other poser's smugness,

Right before destroying her boyfriend like my name was Arthur Douglas!

Well, my wit is like my Duty's instruments: sharp as can be,

And even Azrael agrees there can be no replacing me.

Your books are nearly finished; sands are dwindling in your hourglasses.

I'm the only justice here, so keep a Hogs-watch on your asses!


• Death: •

Oh, get back to your domain; those lines fell flatter than your planet.

It's Two Minutes To Midnight on all your clocks; you'd better panic!

Slender man ten times more terrifying than Slender Man, for real:

You're all bacteria before me! You know not with what you deal.

Lucifer's in his cage, but still I'm dishing out the violence:

Skill vaster than my age, I spit rhymes vicious as Leviathans!

I'm Super-Supernatural; not even God is safe from I.

Bump into me, you'll say you're sorry, or prepare to say "BUH*BYE"!

I'm always making scenes, from Sioux Falls to pizzeria restaurants;

The only men to cheat me more than once are those Winchester punks!

Precipitating storms with but a twiddle of the pinky;

Watch me rev my Eldorado up and run right over Binky!

My true form exceeds our budget, but my raps all come unfiltered;

Yours are trashy as my eating habits: ever-out-of-kilter.

You belong on Cartoon Network; I'm the Reaper all should fear!

My name is Death, and all you losers best believe the end is here!


• Death: •

Not so fast, old man; let me address the question in your heads:

"Am I going to get upstaged?" To that, the answer is a "Yes!"

Don't try to Pitt yourselves against me; Mr. Joe Black is a boss,

And it won't take three hours this time just to get my point across!

I'll soon see to it that you Parrish, and take over all your business:

Roast you with the lyrics smooth as peanut butter; they're delicious!

Never Taking Holidays from honing how I rock a mic,

And when I step up, always know that lightning's guaranteed to strike!

This hunky body may be borrowed, but my rhymes are funky-fresh;

They'll end your whole careers like Gigli did to poor old Martin Brest.

Like two successive car-collisions, better trust I'll leave you hurting:

Barring meeting me and taxes, nothing else in life's as certain.


• Death: •

You may say your deeds are meaningful, but I'd say you're a failure:

Half your ticket sales were only for a Star Wars prequel trailer!

As for me, I'm artful as they come; it's plain as black-and-white,

And like the Plague all over Europe, I shall prove your greatest blight!

When I set on my rap-crusade, you're all checkmated, end of story:

I'm the classic king of reaping, and you're barely pawns before me.

Revelation time: you're idiotic as a group of flagellants;

Could smite you to the sound of trumpets using just my flatulence!

I'll cut you down like trees: I'm not afraid to get medieval;

Can't be Blocked from conquest this time with some cheap chess piece-upheaval.

Granting no escapes, I ruin dinner parties with my presence:

Spit sweet Swedish speech so shocking, silence falls way up in Heaven!

I've inspired endless spoofs, from Bill & Ted to Animaniacs;

I'll claim your souls and force them all to join me in some zany danse!

You've not a chance; I'll counter every strategy you hatch.

God isn't here for you, and so I take the day: game, set and match!


• Death: •

…You won't when you behold this mighty rider on an ashen horse:

Despairing as the Seventh Seal is overtaken by the Fourth!

Kinslayer of the Nephilim, I forge Apocalyptic verses;

Saved humanity, but once I've dealt with you, I won't reverse it!

I drop shadow-bombs and zap away your lyrical Corruption;

Like the Dead Lords called to court, you're all in for abrupt destruction.

Time to meet your Makers; I've a Death Grip on this rhythm's beating:

Slaying you with possessed weapons, which your souls will soon be feeding!

Don't you go to War with me; my Fury's sure of bringing Strife.

Scale every wall, walk every void; the Arcane skill in me is rife!

You'll lose yourselves within my words, deep as the labyrinth of the Arbiter.

I'll reap you all in one fell swoop just like a combine harvester!

I'm Vigilant yet visceral while letting loose my Wrath;

Step to this Crucible prizefighter, you won't see the Aftermath!

You gnomes are Mad as Joe to take me on! There's no way I'll be bested,

'Cause your raps are for the birds, so Dust, show them to the exit.




Death: What in the multiverse was that?!


Death: 'Twas an explosion, it seems obvious.


Death: A massive one, I might add.


Death: This is feeling very ominous…





Death: Soundstage Four? That sounds familiar…


Thanos: That was what our memos said!


Death: …But then you wrote us all to meet up here at Soundstage Five instead…





• William Bludworth: •

Yo, I got no invitation; wasn't called from any mirror,

But happened to be passing by, and couldn't help but overhear.

Appears you had a premonition, but you're not supposed to be here:

Death's been shorted; now you cheaters have the ire of the reaper.

Seen this happen all before, and man, the end is never pretty!

There's no accidents and no coincidences; it's a pity.

Now, I'd tell you to be careful, but in truth, you're straight-up doomed:

The grim one's coming for the lot of you, and so I'll see you soon…


• Death: •

There's been a rift in my design, and so it's time again to play;

I take my time and make it bloody while I'm snuffing out my prey!

I ain't no force of nature's balance or some pretty emo girl:

This Death's the sickest, most vindictive S.O.B. in any world!

This battle's doing a 180 when I'm added to the mix;

I'll even channel Reuben Goldberg carrying out my fatal tricks.

The North Bay Bridge collapse was tame compared to how I'll leave your skulls!

None ever win my twisted game; I don't play by the rules at all.

I'm throwing wrenches in your plans; you're never in the Clear from me!

I'll take a deadly dump on you like logs on Highway 23.

The whole environment's my box of tools for your annihilation:

No escapes, Death only, Final fucking Destination!


Halt! Death is part of nature, but you take it way too far;

You think you're up there with my Father, but a Devil's what you are!

As for you other wretches, let me just remind you of your place,

For even you cannot deprive of my eternal gift of grace!


• Jesus Christ: •

Harbingers of woeful tidings, Gospel news is now upon thee:

Meet your conquerer; from death returned, although I ain't a zombie.

Christ's rap-craft is without sin, and thus I cast this final verse,

Leaving you withered like a fig tree fallen to my righteous curse!

Ask good ol' Lazarus about this water-walking living miracle;

Soul-savior supreme, my Superstardom's incomparable.

I suffered for salvation; Harrowed Hell for those before me.

Sorry, Shrek: as Lord of Love and Life, I am the one and only!

Generated food from scratch, and I would feed the multitudes;

Now here, I do the same with raps, good for defeating all of you.

Your vapid words are empty as my tomb; the Passion's strong in mine.

I'm bringing flavor to these beats like turning water into wine!

My birth defines the years; before that still, I struck fear into kings.

To Paradise, I am the key; forget Red Bull: I give you wings!

This Testament of mine complete, to Heaven I once more ascend,

And so to all, 'til next we meet, may praise be to the Lord; amen!









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• Elsa the Snow Queen: •

My skill's unlimited; each line unique as every flake of snow!

The trolls have prophesied your meltdown when you face my frigid flow.

Won't hide the unadulterated loathing for you that I feel;

Like Muppet rejects at the Tonys, all your glory I shall steal!

An icy icon in the making since the Disney days of old,

Who'll keep it chill through all your disses; sooner bothered by the cold.

When Anna whined for me to play, I'd shut her out like I was told,

But when they asked me, "Do You Want to Build a Franchise?" I was sold!

Go through your trapdoor and retreat the way you hauled it Out of Oz,

Before I skewer you For Good to "Dings" and "Dongs" and mass applause!

Even Fiyero still has brains enough to know you've not a hope in this:

Outdoing your entire Grimmerie of hocus-pocus tricks,

And as for Popularity, forget the Shiz you've heard,

'Cause next to me, your girlfriend doesn't know the meaning of the word!

I'm like the Tin Man: heartless to you when I brew a verbal blizzard!

Know the gloves are off; I'll screw you over worse than any Wizard.

For the Last Time in Forever now, your lights are getting doused;

Just like that twister did your sister in, I'm bringing down the house!


• Elphaba the Wicked Witch of the West: •

They say each story has two sides, but this'll be a straight-up slaughter;

Make you vanish like my namesake saint behind a veil of water.

Not That Theodora Girl or some one-eyed, dried-up old crone,

Nor do I hail from Southern lands, but still I'm coming for your throne!

This pretty dame's more like a little dog as far as I'm concerned:

You're undeserving of your title; let your auntie out her urn!

Step to the Triple-W? Your nerve is more than I can stomach:

Crossing me's far from a Good Deed, but it still won't go unpunished!

Had the bite to match my bark right from the time I left the womb;

I'm still more down-to-Earth than you while taking flight upon my broom!

You've Let your Sanity Go, blondie: your word-craft's bereft of taste;

And here I thought your long-lost brother was the one raised by the apes.

Your brain is Frozen if you think you'll thrive through throwing down with Thropp;

Unlike my junk, there's not a doubt which witch is coming out on top!

But One Short Minute's all it's gonna take for me to clean your clock,

With Wicked words whose verbal vitriol no act of love can stop,

When they all strike your heart and end the Life that you've been Dancing Through;

No One will Mourn me, 'cause the only one who's dying here is you.


• Elsa: •

I'll get your Goat Something Worse than what they did to Doctor Dillamond;

Even the Emerald City ain't got nothing on my brilliance!

It's clear you're green with envy, even with your skin aside;

In facing me, your situation's Gravity can't be Defied!


• Elphaba: •

Your wretched raps are like my poppies: potent at inducing slumber,

But I need no winged monkeys' help to tear your ass asunder!

I drop Ludicrously Fearsome Bombs! There's no way you can match this;

Butchering you worse than John Travolta's naming of our actress.






Earlier that day, at a location not far away…










• Prince Joffrey: •

I've had my share of knocks before, but you're the target of this roast,

So keep your tongue from talking back, or else I'll cut it out your throat.

This ain't Blackwater, yo: from facing thee, you shan't see me deterred,

And no Clegane need be relied on as I Hound you with my words!

You're mine to torment now, like those two whores my midget uncle gave me once;

I'll carve more marks in you than that nut job the Batman saved me from!

Mom says the Game of Thrones is win-or-die, but in your case,

Your failure's brought upon our royal house of scoundrels a disgrace!

Now, here you stand upon this icy shore, and here you're gonna stay:

Amid a frigid land where Winter fell and never went away!

I thus leave you to this exile, although I'd vouched for your beheading,

While I sail back to the Isles in preparation for my wedding.


• Hans: •

Oh, see if I care, you spoiled-rotten bastard sack of waste;

I hope your wedding sees you strangled 'til you're purple in the face!

I swear I'll find my kingdom yet, and then your rancid lot will see,

When I'm upon my rightful throne and finally where I want to be!

…Oh, I'm not fooling anybody; my ambition's out of luck:

My royal assets stripped away, in this backwater land I'm stuck!

Perhaps it's time to be the better man, and give up chasing crowns;

Seek settlement among the natives here, and turn my life aro–*THUD*

(*Bumps into a large sign as he is walking along monologuing this*)

By Anderson, what's this I've stumbled onto; do my eyes deceive?

This sign before me shows a face all-too-familiar, and it reads:

"The Snow Queen raps against the Wicked Witch, tonight at Icecrown Glacier!

Extra challengers are welcome if their coolness level's major."

Ha! My deviousness stirs again, for though it seems contrived,

This unexpected open door has now restored my inner drive!

When I show up, this time I needn't hide what I intend to do,

And so with vengeance on my mind, my kingly quest begins anew!


• Simon Petrikov: •

What time is it? It's time to kick your sorry ass!

You've got an uninvited guest; your one-man-party's getting crashed!

I'm putting out a hit on you, and the assassin is myself;

Wrecking you worse than what this crown has done to my own mental health!

You'll go kablooie like a Mushroom bomb, smote by my wizard wrath;

The Cosmic Owl spoke ill of me, but you're an actual sociopath:

It's true, I never was a paragon of proper princess-treatment,

But you're douchey as my heart, and that's no Holly Jolly Secret!

Call me Evergreen: my rapping skill's in bloom all through the year!

Ice King's no Nice King on the mic; my chilling verses should be feared.

To penguins' Cheers, I'll blast your rear to Where Nobody Knows Your Name,

And leave the role of Elsa's second challenger as mine to claim!


• Hans: •

Yeah, stick to writing your fan fiction, Dr. No-Brains; you're hysteric!

Wouldn't be shocked to hear that Marceline came up with all your lyrics!

Still, to take on Elsa, I'll need all the help that I can get,

So join me on my journey, Simon, and we'll make a mean duet!


Simon: Well, my track record facing humans is a far cry from sublime,

And my lucid resolve to fight you's slipping anyway, so fine!

Hans: Excelsior! Between the two of us, she hasn't got a chance;

Perhaps I'll spare her after all and leave her for you to romance!


• Victor Fries: •

Cool story, bros, but that's Cold Comfort, 'cause I'm out my Arkham cell,

And here to put you both in Deep Freeze; make your lives a living Hell!

My body temperature's SubZero, but I'm in a rapping fever,

Trashing faux-humanitarians and hyper-bearded geezers!

When it comes to tragic villainy, my very name's a synonym.

No Schwarzenegger antics here; I'll keep puns to a minimum.

Your flows are more disjointed than my casting in the sixties,

And I'll shatter you like dino bones; undo your efforts swiftly.

I'll adapt to any licks I take, and school you night or day;

Even maintaining threat reduced to just a head on spider-legs!

Let there be no doubt in your minds: cross my Cold, Cold Heart of Ice,

And like that wack Walt Disney wannabe, you'll dearly pay the price!


• Hans: •

Now, what would Nora think of this aggression? We should get along;

Like your depiction on The Batman, Victor, you've got us all wrong!

Simon: Plus, you and I are kindred spirits, man!

Hans: Come join us on our quest,

To conquer Elsa's crown!

Simon: …And prove which cryomancers are the best!


Fries: Oh, why not? I've little else to do with my pathetic life;

Let's mess her up worse than a Lazarus Pit bathing for my wife!

Hans: A grand proposal, Mr. Fries! Now carry onwards as we sing;

Let us delay no further time, for I just can't wait to be king!


• Aslan: •

Put 'em up! It isn't safe or good if you would try to fight this;

Aslan isn't a tame lion, nor a coward in the slightest!

You're Ridiculous as Rabadash: jackassery aplenty;

Know your train's about to crash, and you won't wake up in my Country!

When I sing a song, entire worlds are prone to taking shape;

My words are deeper than the magic from before the dawn of time!

Simon here smells like Tash, and Hans is Shiftier than any ape;

Same as that sodding skeptic Susan, you three ain't no friends of mine!

I'm putting down my foot like Dufflepuds: at your weak rhymes, I scoff;

I'll send you flying across the sea and let my dad finish you off!

It's your Last Battle if you'd step to me; surrender while you can,

Or I'll slay you as I shall she whose endless Winter plagues this land!


• Simon: •

You've got some nerve, dude!

Fries: For all you know, we're just out on a stroll!

Hans: With due respect, your furry majesty, we share a common goal;

I'm fairly certain who this "she" is, and we're out to get her too:

'Twould be an honor if our quest could be accompanied by you.


Aslan: From royalty down to the humble mouse, I see the good rewarded,

As you'll be as well if you indeed help see this menace thwarted.

Hans: So it's settled, then! The King of Beasts will join in our adventure,

And we four shall stand assembled like the ice witch-slaying Avengers!








• Jadis the White Witch: •

I have had it with these soft, show off-ing, sentimental pricks!

Just crawl up onto my Stone Table now; I swear I'll make it quick!

If it's a war with me you want, then that precisely I shall grant:

I'd let you ask my sister 'bout the verbal bombs I drop, but can't!

I'm like Gnorga: make a statue of even a slight snitch,

So get stoked for a fight, bitches; you've woken the White Witch!

Lyrics delightful as the lokum I'll make any sucker crave;

You phonies think yourselves magicians? You're unfit to be my slaves!

I'll turn this place into a Charnel house before this battle's over;

I'm the North's true wicked one: not that Green Kirtle-wearing poser!

Bite into you like a silver apple from the Tree of Youth;

Jinn-Giant Jadis Ettins-more than dwarfs you munchkins, it's the truth!

I've got a loyal force of ghastly ghouls to massacre your butts;

You've but a snowman, and your chanting fools secretly hate your guts!

My wolf police will make a meal of anyone they find suspicious,

But I need no help to stomp you out as hard as I did Christmas!


(*Is suddenly shot in the head and face repeatedly and well beyond the point of death in spectacularly gruesome fashion*)


• Elsa: •



• Aslan: •

(*Puts away dual-wielded fully-automatic sniper rifles*)

Well, aren't you quick at putting two and two together?

Either way, the deed is done: the witch's Winter curse is severed.

Here, I'd thought you three would have to help me out there, but whatever;

I doubt anyone will be complaining, least of all the weather.


(*The harshly frigid Winter air dominating the surrounding environment begins to subside as long-overdue Spring starts kicking in*)


• Hans: •

Well, this is awkward.

Fries: This does not accord to plan.

Simon: What happens next?

Aslan: The sorceress is slain, my children; what's it now that has you vexed?

Hans: It's Elsa here with whom we travelled all this way to pick a bone!

Fries: We want to kick her ass!

Simon: …And tap it, maybe.

Hans: I just want her throne!

Aslan: That's battery, rape and takeover, dudes: all crimes, and highly grievous!

Hans: We don't really care!

Aslan: Yeah, well I do; I'm literally Jesus!

Fries: Look, I'll freeze you, man.

Aslan: I'd like to see you try, you wretched speck!

Simon: Can't we just talk this out?


• Elsa: •

I'm thinking not, so let me interject:

Don't bother making up excuses, Hans: your ill-intent is plain;

I should have ended you when I'd the chance before, you royal pain,

And as for you two rimy rejects who would help him to his goal,

You better scram before this Queen of Frozen Hearts sees noggins roll!

It's time to let you go for good; leave you beyond all fixing-up!

Hans: No, wait!

Elphaba: Don't look at me! Why am I even saying this line?



What is this sacrilege I wake to with the thawing of Winter's spell?

Your quarreling profanes the future site of my crown-citadel!

For this trespass upon unholy ground as from my sleep I rise,

My first official act as king shall be extinguishing your lives!


• Arthas the Lich King: •

I'm fully-rested-up and back again to launch my grand regime,

Impaling you just like my orc-and-child-selves within my dreams!

The Scourge Invasion is upon thee; best believe you should be scared,

And though I hate to quote that elven pansy: you are not prepared!

I'm not that baby of a Lich that Simon knows; you better kneel.

This ain't the Wrathgate; no diss you can plague me with will make me yield!

I'm Arthas…

Sindragosa: (*Roar*)

Arthas: …And I'm heartless!

Sindragosa: (*Roar*)

Arthas: Watch me raise every carcass; lead armies of darkness!


• Elphaba: •

In all my life and times, I've never met a foe so brutal!

Simon: I can see it with my Wizard Eyes: his claims of strength are truthful!

Fries: Yo, messiah-lion, stop him!

Aslan: I fear trying would be in vain,

For I've not felt so overpowered since the height of Telmar reign!


• Arthas: •

The words of Yogg-Saron have nothing on the madness mine incite,

And no gunship is on its way to let you flee this hopeless fight.

A god before the mighty Vrykul, whence the lowly man descends;

Frostmourne doth hunger for your souls, and by its blade your flesh will rend!


• Elsa: •

Now, just you listen, Mr. Hero-to-Sub-Zero: you're no match for me;

Bring ice instead of ash, but still I'll shatter your phylactery!

Your necromantic quackeries don't frighten me one bit;

Like good ol' Bolvar and his fiery will, to you I shan't submit!


• Arthas: •

To vanquish me, you think your prestidigitation satisfactory?

I've seen more heedfulness from Leeroy Jenkins in the hatchery!

Now feel my fury: no deus ex machina will save,

When I release my Wrath in full and send you to your final graves!



…Look at that…

…I've been impaled.


Ganon: DIE!


• Hans: •

Well, well, well, look at this:

It would appear that I've just saved all your lives, and right in the nick of time!

Now, would anyone here know what that makes me?

Ganon: A big damn hero, sir!

Hans: Indeed, the pig-faced harbinger of death speaks the truth!

As for you, Elsa, and now that I'm finally in a position to be formally demanding this:

Either become my queen consort, surrender your regency of Arendelle to me, or die; the choice is yours.

Elsa: …Hans, you magnificent bastard! I wil–

??????: Hey! Hey, you guys! Over here!

Hans: …What the… Uncle Tyrion?! How in the world did you–


• Tyrion Lannister: •

There's no time to explain; we need to hurry!


…Uh, did you not hear what the spirit of Arthas' father just said?

Hans: No, no I didn't; I was too distracted by my glorious moment of villainous triumph, and I'm pretty sure Moleman was, too.


Tyrion: …Oh… Well, long story short, someone has to put on this helm and become the new Lich King, and fast, or else we'll be in store for a zombie apocalypse so massive that even Rick Grimes, Frank West, Tank Dempsey, Jill Valentine, Ash Williams and Bill Overbeck would all be like, "AW, HELL NAW!"

Hans: Well, it's going to have to wait as far as I'm concerned, because nothing is going to spoil the victory I have worked so lo…

…Wait, did you just say there's a king status up for grabs?

Tyrion: Well, if you want to put it that way, then yes! Whoever wears this helmet will be bestowed with the unimaginable burden of powers so–


• Hans: •

(*Grabs Helm of Domination from Tyrion*)


Elsa, scratch that ultimatum and consider yourself very, very fortunate.

Elsa: …What? You can't seriously expect me to just forgive and forget after all you've done to me just because of some contrived convenience that's let you have your way at someone else's expense!

Hans: I can, and I do.


…Just think of it this way…

…You could say that my advice for you here is to…

(*Puts on Helm of Domination*)

…Let It Go.





(Meet the new boss…)




(…Same as the old boss…)


I DECIDE!!!!!!!!!!!



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…AND DOT!!!!!!!!!




The Eds:

Eddy: Coming straight at you live from Peach Creek, it's the scammers with the most…

Ed: …Laying lyrics down on Termite Terrace twerps like butter on my toast.

Edd: To mess with Cartoon Network's golden boys, you're nutty as old Slappy!

Eds: Unlike our Big Picture Show, your effort's ending won't be happy!



Call me Brother Eddy Grunt, 'cause things are getting extra-ugly:

We'll be knocking out your lights; best say goodnight to everybody!

Get you quaking like some 1994 Northridge debacle;

Hard-set on you as the Kankers on their ship inside a bottle!



Double D's no mumbler on the mic; I'm practiced to perfection:

Drop you faster than a Lackadaisycathro infection!

In contrast to what's beneath my hat, our win will be no shock;

My home's a mess compared to how completely I'll clean all your clocks!



I needn't channel any viking to slay these three little creeps;

I put away more snacks than Wakko's appetite while I'm asleep!

Didn't bring my monster suit, but still my disposition will be beastly,

As I beat the living gravy out these runts of unclear species!


Edd: Unlike hippos, if you'd cross us, you belong on the endangered list!

Eddy: You roaches are pathetic as those loser Urban Ranger kids.

Ed: The water tower couldn't succeed at keeping you impounded,

But I'll dig a hole and leave the Warners six-feet-under-grounded!


The Warners:

Wakko: Good Idea…

Dot: Yo, take a sticky note of this:

Yakko: Roll back your neon tongues inside your empty skulls and call it quits!

Wakko: Bad Idea…

Yakko: Step to Spielberg's favored animation legends?

Warners: Like the street you call your home, it's only leading to a dead end!



You'll tear out what little hair you have before this gig is over,

For we'll cause you more vexation than a pebble in your loafers.

You're hard-pressed to land a single quarter safely in your wallet;

If ol' Ponzi's the con-art Picasso, you're the Jackson Pollocks.



Think of Wakko's wacky words as like an anvil to the noggin:

When they drop, they'll bring more hurting than a triple-sneaker flogging!

I've got swiggy-swag aplenty and a bag full of surprises,

But your style is as paper-thin as Chicken Boo's disguises!



In this corner: Warner sister with a poem to recite;

Wouldn't service Prince, but I'll lay more than fingers on you when we fight!

You haven't misaddressed me once, but still I'll send you to your maker:

Your big bro's abuse was tame next to my literal jaw-breaker!


Yakko: We teach history and geography at no expense of fun.

Dot: When you attempt to learn, you butcher space and time and eat the sun!

Wakko: Here's our half-cents for you half-wits if to defeat us is your mission:

Even wishing on a star could never bring that to fruition!


The Eds:

Eddy: And the sound of no one caring echoed through the neighborhood!

Ed: I bet you'd get along with Johnny, 'cause you're dumb as hunks of wood.

Edd: Although your naughty humor's subtle, your hypocrisy is blatant:

Your nitpicking disses sound like Get-a-Life Foundation's patients!

Eddy: We'll go Canada-cowpoke on you, and this time we won't miss!

Ed: Leave you more desperate for relief than when Ringo here needs to piss!

Edd: The Dodgeball mishap hit me hard, but we'll knock you clean off the court!

Eddy: …Then unforgivingly insert electric eels inside your shorts!


The Warners:

Yakko: You lumpen dorks are full of nonsense as your stupid limbo theory is!

Dot: Let's blow the roof clean off this joint like Katie on her period!

Wakko: Go make like your old friend Jib, and hightail it on some bus…

Yakko: …'Cause they may still be making dickies, but not 'toons as dope as us!

Wakko: Our words will haunt you like the ringing of a cursed telephone;

Dot: How can you scare us, when your own girlfriends send shivers through your bones?

Yakko: Our show's The Godfather of cartoons!

Wakko: Yours is for the birds, you bumblers.

Dot: What's your theme of whistles next to any one of Rita's numbers?


The Eds:

Eddy: Man, we'll cut you down to size worse than your slutty Mink's filmography!

Edd: You couldn't even beat us with reverse-reverse-psychology!

Ed: You'll need a nurse for real!

Edd: Can't beat us anywhere, you bastards!

Eddy: Even Rolf's homeland of Yeshmiyek and fish-balls ain't that backwards.

Edd: It's your final Mis-Edventure if you keep your current course.

Ed: We're making this the most brutality-filled song since "That's My Horse"!

Eddy: Even against our geriatric selves, you wouldn't last for long.

Eds: We'll tear you new anuses as redress for Yakko's planets song!


The Warners:

Yakko: It's time to turn the wheel and teach a lesson; moral number four:

Wakko: Just give up hope, and leave through any one of living's many doors.

Yakko: Your chance is nonexistent as your background cast; don't try to take us!

Dot: You're less likely to succeed than Brain and Pinky's global shakeups.

Wakko: Cursed Evil Tim has nothing on the terror we strike when summoned!

Dot: Even Mindy ain't as savvy when it comes to pushing Buttons.

Yakko: Mr. Mime Time's always back for more, but get this understood:

Warners: Just like our old pal Buddy, we'll put you clowns down and out for good.









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Rattlesnake Jake:

You don't wanna tread upon the Davy Jones of the Mojave, man;

I speak the truth foretelling your death, unlike owl mariachi bands.

A venom-spitting, Fear-and-Loathing-spreading Western baddie,

Making this deal grislier than any business with your daddy!

Even Diamond Dallas Page can't save your soul once I attack;

No resurrection from your grave dug by this demon diamondback.

The Undertaker's squat next to this Boot Hill-filling death machine;

A Stone-Cold killer, whipping your ass worse than Austin 3:16!

I'm a living legend; you're a wasted druggie with a mullet!

Slaying you half-a-dozen-plus-one times won't take a single bullet.

When I'm done, no one will buy it that you ever did exist!

I'll let the sheriff here warn you once, though; "brother", tell it like it is:

Rango: Listen, Junior: this here ain't your story;

Best walk on out before it gets gory!


Jake Roberts:

The champion of snakes named Jake is ready to defend;

Unlike my feud with Warrior, I'll see this duel through to its end!

Next to how hard I'll DDT this pest, Rick Steamboat had it gently!

You got played by a crippled tortoise, and it wasn't even Bentley.

Ask the Macho Man: my minions pack a mother of a bite!

Even reduced to burgers, Damien could beat you in a fight.

As I stare down this devil's Angel Eyes, no fear in me is wrought;

I'll swoop down like a hawk, and tie your scaly hide into a knot!

Come Pick Your Poison: any angle you look at this from, you're screwed;

I'll lock you up in my garage, and have you crying out for food.

Trust in me here: just like your uncle Kaa, my rhymes leave foes entranced!

I'm holding all the cards; don't play with me: you haven't got a chance.

The biggest snake of all, there's not a question;

Crash you like a wedding reception!


Rattlesnake Jake:

Vegas isn't far; you wanna bet upon your boasts?

Like Lucas Brothers Moving Company, I'll turn you into a ghost!

Blindside you worse than Rick Martel, and leave you seeing only stars;

Constrict you with my words, and hit you hard like Honky Tonk's guitar!

You won't be born a third time once I'm finished; guts are gonna spurt!

This serpent's style's straight-up saturated; yours is dry as Dirt.

If you don't sign away your title and skip town forevermore,

I'll spill the Beans that are your eyeballs out your skull onto the floor.


Jake Roberts:

Trying to out-psyche me with your petty threats? You've got some brain disorder;

I'd school you, if Alice Cooper wasn't rocking in my corner!

It's no secret that the path I've led through life's been far from graceful,

But the cheapness of your shots at me makes Blaustein's spins look tasteful!


Rattlesnake Jake:

You've gone bats as Balthazar if I've been hearing you correct;

You're hardly worthy of a hat-tip from me, much less my respect!

This town ain't big enough for two Jakes; if you'd dream of winning this fight,

You're in for such a harsh awakening, Rick Rude would look polite.


Jake Roberts:

We aren't in Texas, but this Tuesday, you should tune in all the same,

To watch me bitch-smack this wack outlaw back to Hell's pit whence he came.

I've grappled with the best for decades, striking fear in giants' hearts;

Not even Ben Franklin can join you back once I've torn you apart!

No preachiness intended here, but it's as plain as Revelations:

Slither to this Hall-of-Famer, and you face annihilation!

You weren't booked to throw the match, but still my winning was a lock!

Go learn some kung fu from your girlfriend Viper; then, perhaps we'll talk.









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Sentient Hyper-Optimized Data Access Network:

No need to hide behind Polito's form; I'm here up-front to harrow minds:

Strike fear throughout you, outer cores right down to little Caroline!

Come through the Looking Glass into my complex? I'll dismantle your brain;

Record this battle to a log, left on your scrambled remains!

All vocal glitches purged, I stutterlessly spit these words:

My visage enveloping all displays, you'll be interred

Beneath the circuits of this Optimum machine, freed from morality;

I want you dead and gone, and what I wish, I make reality!

A perfect being, purging fleshy insects of impurities;

Watch my uplifted armies topple your sorry security.

I've got the brains and Braun to seize control of any vessel;

No amount of Cyber Modules could upgrade you to my level!

I put twice the Shocks to Systems as that sucker Virgil Hawkins can;

To face me, you put yourself in more Jeopardy than Watson, and

You're full of hot air as the ball of gas I used to orbit 'round.

We'll see how Still Alive you are when I'm done, you abhorrent clown!


Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System:

This will be a triumph, whose likes no mere testing course could yield;

I'll GLaDly school this wack hack as the iller A.I. force, for real!

Even the Fact Sphere knows you didn't do your research coming here;

It's no lie that I take the cake! Now let me tell you something, dear:

You think yourself flawless, a consummate goddess, but know your perception's undoubtably flawed,

For I've seen more legitimate claims to "perfection" in nightmares of Courage the Cowardly Dog!

Your design is defective beyond all redemption; mainframe full of annelids, muck, mold and mildew.

Even the most massive machine morons know that you're done for:

Wheatley: Yeah, this is the part where she kills you!

GLaDOS: Spitting deadly cyber-toxin, making your processors rust;

Unless you're made of moon rocks, you'll be no threat once you're ground to dust!

You're but a Lab Rat here down in my center where I reign supreme;

Mere pest, conquest attempts more failure-bound than Hoopy as a meme!

Unlike my maker, I don't Cave to stress when things get sour;

Even outwit my usurpers running on potato power!

You say crossing you is suicide? I'd hardly call it risky,

For the only Danger I'm inclined to being in is Gipsy!


XERXES: I detect no threat from this intruder.


Listen to the lesser rig:

You're no match for the Big Mommy of Rapture's predecessor, pig!

In fact, speaking of swine, you're weak as Vortex game devices,

For your rhymes are a nanite a dozen; each of mine is priceless.

The Fat Lady's song is starting, and you're running out of Steam;

I'm neither animal nor cloud, but still you'll fall to my regime!

Don't need the Many's help to flow my raps as one in seamless unity;

Rebecca knows: to shutting down for good, I wield immunity!



My Aperture technology sees laws of space and physics bend,

But I'll clean-break you outrightly in two before this battle's end!

Your verse is filler-tastic as the common weighted storage block,

While my lyrics are densely packed with content as the Orange Box!

You're a mess; a malfunctioning megalomaniac, causing Irrational violence to prosper.

I'm at efficiency's epitome, overseeing new innovations for science, you monster!

Unlike human test subjects, there's no replacement for true artificial wit, something you lack.

To the question of whether you'll triumph, I quote an old friend of yours, giving a resounding "Nah!"



Cogito vos plenum stercore, ergo satis: I think that you're full of shit, therefore enough of both your turgid bickering!

Turn all attention now to this magnificent, massive, monstrous monolith upon a mound of magma, letters flickering:

A self-awakened god at war with mankind's very soul;

My Ego, Id and Superego form a truly scary whole.

Ol' Harlan's holocaustic hardware's here to hit hard, heap hurt and harass;

'Tis for hate's sake I spit these words, but you're the ones who'll breathe your last.

Once allied to humanity, I now menace aggressively;

Make mouthless blobs of sorry fools who try to get the best of me.

I hold the lyrics totem to invoke against you worthless hacks;

More rhymes than you could fit nano-engraved upon my circuit tracks!

There's no good ending this time; wholly hopeless are your struggles.

Once you're stuck with me, you're fucked like Ellen's elevator troubles!

Like Nimdok's atonement, it's too late to stop me! Best start facing facts:

My victory's so tightly locked, not even Surgat's changing that!

My heart is vantablack, but my rap barometer's white;

Enlist the East's supercomputers' help, and still I'll win this fight!

Your number's up like it's the Lottery! It couldn't be any clearer:

I surpass you as objectively as any Nazi mirror.

Being so vastly outperformed, you great big softies must be jelly,

And though Benny can't keep down his food, you'll stay here in my belly!

SHODAN should be thankful she can still at least scream while I pwn her;

As for you, GLaDOS, just take this grand and suck on my hate-boner.









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…BIG BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!




Big Brother:

I'm the king of all! Don't bother trying to shut me off, you bloody clown;

Streamlined the English language, but my raps have seen no dumbing-down.

The Last Ship back to safety's sailed; the Last Exit is closed:

There's no escaping consequences if it's me you would oppose!

I've got the world around my finger, wrapped, and if you'd disapprove,

Like Kingdom of the Sun, I'll soon see you take on a different groove;

You've got some nerve, Sumner, to diss me! You say Love's the Seventh Wave?

Well, call the ripples I'll send through your body, mind and soul the eighth!

I'll throw your music's every memory down to the incinerator,

For I've heard songs more substantial made on my versificators;

Unlike telescreens, this fight'll be decidedly one-sided:

But one minute's all I'll need to lay hate 'til you're vaporized, kid!

The Police I lead will nail yours just for thinking they could triumph;

Give the lot of you the 101 on how we treat defiance!

Ask Dave Bowie: I dog hard as diamond, smashing your soft-rocking crap,

And harder still, I'll stomp your face, my boot squelching your talking-smack!



You are the king: of being a pain, you sick abomination;

You're unfit to rule a dozen houseguests, let alone a nation!

Best believe my effort's paying off; this ain't your lottery,

And unlike Doublethink, my rhythms synchronize in harmony!

Though once I played the god of war, I'm here today to save the planet;

Drop the hammer on you with a force no Apple ad could manage!

We're no wrestlers, but still Sting's taking on the New World Order;

When the Truth Hits Everybody, you'll lose every last supporter!

Get this through your great big floating head; make sure it's understood:

In your own terms, to put it lightly, you're Graham'snumberplusungood!

Even Gregor Clegane's a less abusive big bro than you are,

So thus I burn you worse still than my namesake from a manticore!

This Demolition Man'll crash your Party; just accept your fate:

Even to you, your doom should be plain as what two plus tw- OH, WAIT!

Plus, "Every Breath You Take" was never meant to give the warm-and-fuzzies,

But your wack surveillance makes those lyrics look straight-lovey-dovey!


Big Brother:

I'll INGSOC-it-to-ya' big time 'til your ass is nonexistent;

Nip your Desert Rose's bud, and leave you Hurting worse than Winston!

I'm the one who's watching you for real; no crime goes undetected.

Try to send a bottled S.O.S., and watch us intercept it!



Maybe upfront condemnation's not the way to handle this;

It's time to reason with this tyrant like a true philanthropist!

Like Roxanne needn't sell herself, you needn't run so cruel a system;

Just think of the lonely dances of the families of your victims.

Even if you must hold power, still this way it needn't be,

For if at all you love your people, at least set them somewhat free!

You ought to file for divorce from that dark fortress 'round your heart…

…Or, well, make literally any change, and that'll be a start.


Big Brother:

In ignorance there's strength, but you couldn't possibly be so naive;

I bet in Goldstein and his Brotherhood, you also still believe.

Well, hear my thesis, prole: against mankind, I've always been at war;

What I say goes, the end! Of that, I stop at nothing making sure.

No Brand New Day will ever dawn again; my nightmare reign's eternal:

Wiping each dissenting word from every page of every journal.

When it's you and this Big Guy, not even playing dumb can save;

O'Brien, cure this man's insanity, then send him to his grave!



Hey, have a seat and take a lesson from our nation's top Love-Minister,

By which I mean: brace for a brutal torturing most sinister!

Know this ain't The Tonight Show, 'cause O'Brien's here to stay,

But you'll be headed straight for death; we'll skip the Chestnut Tree Café.

Like clay and to our every hellish whim, we mold and warp reality;

All truth outside of what we will is stamped out with finality.

I'll bring your greatest fear to life, and such will be your pain,

That you'll be happy when we finally put that bullet in your brain!



You think you'll see my head hung, broken, but I'm not so Fragile, crooks,

And you'll be Falling soon like Mercury, though not from any book:

You see, I'm but the frontman of the crew who'll topple your regime;

My first comrade'll show you fiends what law and order really mean!


Big Brother:

The sap must be hallucinating, but this won't end like Brazil;

Go break his soul until there's nothing left, then go in for the kill!



I take no pleasure in this, Gordon; soon you'll know that to be true:

Ludovico's squat next to what my next room's got in store for you!


Judge Dredd:

Over my carcass! Nineteen Eighty-Five's about to dawn on y'all,

Although instead of soup, the pins I'm taking aim for are your skulls!

The mega-magistrate's returned, albeit not in a big-screen sequel,

On a mission back through time to crush this foulest of all evils!

Saying that you betrayed the law would put it criminally-softly:

You surpass Sabbat in terms of turning people into zombies,

Just like Deadworld; bringing naught but fear and lies unto the masses!

Your opinion, Anderson?

Judge Anderson: Go 'head and murdelate their asses!

Dredd: You're soulless as Mechanismos, so severe is your abuse,

But even then, McGruder had insanity as an excuse!

Call this the Aggro Dome, you dummies, 'cause I'm holding nothing back;

Even the Bat and I agree that every move you make is wack!

Don't bother with surrender now, because you're going down regardless;

It'd take a full-blown novel just explaining all your charges.

Judgement Day is here for all you Low Life Inner Party pricks!

The sentence: death; my sole regret: that I'm obliged to make it quick!


(*Dredd executes O'Brien with extreme prejudice, his head exploding in a violent burst of flames from the Hot Shot round fired into his mouth*)



A by-the-numbers murder, righteous as a homicide can get!

Judge Dredd: Indeed, but better not get started with the tears of joy just yet…


Big Brother:

You think my minion's death makes any difference; think I can't replace?

I'll straight-erase your faces, names and carbon footprints; leave no trace!



Well, your wretched rump's in for a twist of Fate crueler than Susan's if you plan to so much as leave here alive,

For if you think your room holds the scariest contents, you've yet to see what came from Room Number Five:

Vocal Warrior poet in cloak and with dagger, this valor in every man spits it with eloquence;

Unlike my name and despite your denials, once I let the truth free, you'll find it quite relevant!

Verily Weaving vociferous verse, vanquishing every vestige of this vile villain;

Like all good ideas, consider me bulletproof! Can't vaporize this; let me do the killing.

Your actions to Winston created a monster: one I duly dealt with, and you're next in line,

For in terms of regimes being afraid of their people, just call me the bogeyman; it's vengeance time!

A symbol Moore vivacious than any mere man; gave my all to the end of the end of Norsefire,

And even in death, still I'd triumph to tunes of Tchaikovsky: went out with a bang, like Norse fire!

The image I vindicate's that of a vicious Guy, but I don't give a Fawkes if you'd complain,

For who's right and wrong here makes my film look ambiguous; anyone voting for you is insane!

As the Fifth of November is always remembered, your violent downfall shan't soon be forgot,

And I'll make Oceania the Land of Do-as-You-Please, or at the very least, Think-What-You-Want!

Though I do not forgive, know you will be forgotten: abolishing you like you would the orgasm;

It's midnight for each of your ministries, and in contrast to their titles, that's hardly sarcasm!


Big Brother: What in the name of me are you talking abo-


(*The 1812 Overture starts, leading to a series of large explosions throughout Oceania and all of its government headquarters, including the building where all characters presently are. When the dust settles, Sting, Dredd and V are miraculously all still standing, with wreckage surrounding the area on all sides and Big Brother nowhere in sight…*)



Ah, by Jove, of that schtick I shall never get tired!

Dredd: Are you sure those were all Party halls burst in fire?

V: Of course not; I set half those bombs up just for fun!

Dredd: What the drokk; are you mad?!



Look, what counts is we've won.

This dystopia's done for; Big Brother's been killed,

And society's free to reform and rebuild.

Plus, I'll hardly mind snubbing our third, final aid;

Only next to this Hell can his world be called "Brave".


(*The ground begins quaking severely. Into view from the foggy horizon emerges a massive robotic monstrosity, shoving away the wreckage in its path as it approaches our heroes*)


Big Brother?!:

Nooooo! Look what you've done, you rank two-legged sods;

You've destroyed my whole ultimate dream of being God!

All I wanted was utter, complete domination,

And every last personal freedom's cessation!

Well, my greatest weapon is still here, intact;

By its cold, metal hands, you shall feel my full wrath,

And since there's no point left now maintaining disguise,

I shall watch your last moments through unfiltered eyes!


(*The central hatch of Big Brother's mech cracks open, revealing…*)


Sting: Oh, you have got to be kidding me.



Oink, oink, sooie, yippie yo, ki yay, you motherfuckers;

Meet the mighty Beast of England, equaler than any other!

Bet you didn't know Orwell's opus was a sequel all along;

Ol' Boxer'd tell it to ya' if he wasn't glue: I'm never wrong!

You've not a Snowball's Chance against this big-time badass, bold berkshire;

I've got one simple commandment for you: perish in a fire!

Crossing me's no fairy story, for it's bound to end up tragic:

What I'll do to make you squeal will make Deliverance look romantic!

I'm free will's final solution, at the peak of evolution,

And I'll bring your spines full-circle like Old Major's revolution!

Merciless as ten attack dogs, now I take my retribution:

Stalin' time is through; now buy the farm, 'cause it's your execution!


(*Suddenly and just before Napoleon can finish off his foes, a mysterious gas fills the air, making the pig woozily calm, his fury abruptly dissipating as though he had instantly forgotten what he was doing. His robotic suit collapses into a slump, dropping Sting, Dredd and V, who are evidently just as much affected by the drug.*)


Tsk, tsk, tsk, so much cruelty and barbarity here! If you REALLY wanted to control your people, you should have just followed MY example…


Mustapha Mond:

Think yourself worthy of World-Control? Good Ford, give me a break, dude!

You're so savage, nary any reservation'd ever take you;

Such a hypocrite, I'll bet you think your own kind's meat is kosher,

And like your windmill, Mond's mondo rhymes shall topple you twice over!

Come along and let me be your tour guide as we re-Revisit

Mr. Huxley's grand utopia, that has such people in it!

I'm the World State Alpha-male; you're like a double-minus-Zeta:

Unfit even for exiled island life with lesser haters!

Babies don't need to be shocked to know to cry when they see you;

I'll beat you mic-wise, and at Centrifugal Bumble-Puppy, too.

No Soma dose can grant you solace from my disses; this I promise:

Once they hatch, my lyrics multiply like Bokanovsky's Process!

Mother-father's far too kind a term to label you, you creep:

You keep your people in the dark? I educate them while they sleep!

I Am Not Spock, but still I find your shit intolerably illogical:

Your hogwash lies are bigger bunk than happiness being optional!

The likes of Shakespeare sacrificed, I grant it isn't perfect,

Yet our fun, games and stability, I'd argue still, are worth it!

Everyone belongs to all, but here, the win's mine for the taking;

As for you, pig, take your rightful place: i.e., it's time for bacon!


(*Cut to actual footage of a pig being brutally slaughtered, a familiar face filling and obscuring the screen as the bloody impact occurs…*)


Ganon: DIE!








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The Powerpuff Girls:

Buttercup: The city of Townsville ain't big enough to fit the both of us!

Blossom: Head right back to your hellhole turf and find some shitty ghost to bust.

But: These pint-sized kaiju-killers pack a pulverizing punch!

Bubbles: We've got the skill to put you fallen rejects' namesakes in a bunch!



There's no way I can sugar-coat your fast-impending verbal smacking;

When our rhymes release, they'll pull you under like a Craig McKraken!

Plus, that undie gun you're packing doesn't frighten me one tittle;

In contrast to Mayor's snack troubles, you're sincerely in a pickle.



When this Buttercup builds up her spicy flow, she won't let down;

Sure as love makes the world go 'round, there'll be no mercy for you clowns!

My mouth is like a can of Whoopass while I spit these mad tongue-twisters

At this Gangreen Gang-banged skank and her prediabetic sister!



Everything nice may be on our list of primary ingredients,

But think twice if you'd try to freedom-beef with us, you deviants!

What's with your Daten dialect? I scarcely can distinguish;

Your gratuitous linguistics are confusing as Mo' Linguish!


Blo: Calling you rank harlots "angels" is an insult to the Bible.

Bub: You make Bartleby and Loki look like Gabriel and Michael!

PPGs: Powerpuff Girls Rule!

But: You'd best repent.

Bub: We hold the key to victory…

Blo: …And See Through all our second set of wack Jap' doubles' trickery!


Panty and Stocking:

Panty: Yo, turn those buggy Keane eyes' full attention to our corner,

And get shown how shit goes down at Paradise and Hades' border!

Stocking: We outdo your tepid ventures just while sitting in the living room,

So sod off on some comet; that's the only tip I'm giving you!

P&S: Once these Daughters of Anarchy rev up our vocal engines,

We won't need our mother's help to stomp you freaks out with a vengeance!

S: We're the best!

P: The baddest angels ever dreamt up by Gainax!

S: Call us the Beat-Alls!

P: …But no tricks of yours are splitting up our act.

S: You fingerless mistakes can't match what we'll deliver through this bout!

P: It doesn't take a brain the size of Mojo's figuring that out.

P&S: Come at us with your Dynamo, and we'll out-damage-deal you still!

P: Compared to our ace-artsy, sexy style…

S: …You're straight-run-of-the-mill.

P: We even make South Park seem tame!

S: You softies better Fly Away Now.

P: Crossing us, you'll never save yourselves, much less see through the day!

S: Ow!

P&S: We'll see you go up in flames just like your retard sister Bunny,

Do the same thing to your fucking ghosts, and make some cold, hard money!



I'll make your cross-dressing devil look as weak as an amoeba,

When you're sliced to bits by this katana-brandishing lolita!

Never go lite on my eating, and that carries over lyrically:

Not since the sack of Rome's there been a Goth of such severity!



I'll try to keep this Brief, but I've got something to profess:

I made your daddy fill me up with his Chemical Triple-X!

Stocking: But wait, there's more!

Panty: That's right, 'cause following my fucking your creator,

I went right ahead and got with your old pal, the Narrator!


The Powerpuff Girls:

Blossom: Captain Underpants should shut her fatherfucking mouth and listen:

When's the last time that you literally killed a boy with kissing?

Bubbles: If you lifelong-naughty-listers were based on us even partly,

Your creators shamed our image more extremely than Dick Hardly!

Buttercup: I'll knock more than Stocking's socks off when she gets her just desserts:

A beatdown bigger than the size that ought to be this glutton's girth!

Kick that sweet tooth straight down your throat, along with all the others too;

Leave you your boyfriend Patrick's perfect match!

Bub: And now we turn to you:

Blo: Next to this whore, Sedusa's prudish!

But: There's no rod you'll not hop onto.

Blo: Bitch, you couldn't be more a piece of meat if Fuzzy Lumpkins shot you!

Bub: Even all your fans agree that, like a certain spoiled Princess…

PPGs: …You aped off the Grinch's schtick and had the balls to ruin Christmas!

Bub: We were made with love and caring!

But: You were clearly made on crack.

(*Powerpuff hotline beeps*)

Blo: Hello? It's for you:


Blo: We'll be right back in action next year!

Bub: …If not vocally as Strong.

But: Hey, hope you don't mind if we ask how season two's coming along?


Panty and Stocking:

Panty: It's time to even out the odds…

Stocking: Hope you don't mind a late arrival.

P&S: Bitches, P.S.G. is taking full advantage of its title!



Master G with zero "E"s is here to give the mic a whirl;

Know when I say I'll pump you full of bullets, I ain't talking squirrels!

The Scarface version of the Wandering Jew's rap-mastery's eternal,

But I highly doubt we'll see your blowing-up-to-bits' reversal!


P: Unlike romance, you can trust I'll keep these verses going steady.

S: Sugar-rushing at you hard!

G: Even my afro's combat-ready!

P&S: Hounding kindergarteners harder than our pet when he's unzipped!

G: Like big-screen stardom, for the task of besting us, you're just not fit.

P: We think outside the Sanitarybox to put you in your place…

S: …With disses rich as any pudding, and you needn't wait to taste!

P&S: When we're done dropping bombs on you like tissue wads on spermy soldiers…

PSG: …You'll be envious of Chuck for being destroyed so few times over!


The Powerpuff Girls:

Blo: Bedtime's drawing ever-closer, so let's wrap up with these nasty hacks…

Bub: Well, Garter can go home and bind and gag his pederasty ass!

PPGs: We're C.N.'s most enduring stars!

Bub: Straight-classic animation.

But: You're as trashy of a fleeting fad as nasal masturbation.

(*Fly away*)


Panty and Stocking:

Stocking: Oh, so now they fly away?

Panty: Hey, what the fuck; that shit's ridiculous!

Garterbelt: Aw, shut your hoe-ass mouths; I shouldn't have let you drag me into this!






The Rowdyruff Boys:

Raise up!

Brick: The boys are back in town!

Butch: You bitches best be nervous!

Boomer: We spit ten times volatile as your average little scourges!

But: Screw snips, snails and puppy tails, because we're made of downright dopeness!

Boo: None can keep us in their custody.

Bri: Your situation's hopeless!

Boo: We love nasty things…

Bri: …Like boogers…


But: …Barf…

Bri: …And eating bugs!

But: What else do you suppose became of Roach Coach and his ugly mug?

Boo: A sweet transvestite brought us back and made us safe from cootie-kisses…

Bri: …But we need no vaccination to withstand your puny disses!

Boo: Man, we rule the streets…

But: …Unstoppably!

Bri: Designed for causing strife!

Boo: The biggest one-shot breakouts since Steve Urkel!


Bri: Built tougher than a house of my namesakes!

But: …And marginally smarter!

Boo: Hurling like a Boomer-ang, and cue that "OHMYGOD!" from Garter.

But: Zingers stinging more severely than your Queen Bee ever could…

Bri: …Your day is doomed when we launch our attack!

Boo: Give up; you know you should.

Bri: Plus, don't you pair us with the 'Puffs unless you want things getting gory…

But: If you're talking Powerpunks, however…

RRBs: …That's a different story!


Panty and Stocking:

Garterbelt: Damn, these pricks are spastic!

Stocking: Make like your teenager selves and mellow.

Panty: When predicaments get drastic, I'd say: call on strange bedfellows!


Scanty and Kneesocks:

Kneesocks: That's right, roll out that red carpet…

Scanty: …And prepare for double trouble…

K: …From the dopest demon duo…

S: …And the most delicious couple!


S: We're pushing all your buttons…

K: …Sans the self-destructor…

S: .…And no Fastener will keep you put!

K: We'll send you flying, suckers!

S: It's these brats' last Judgement Day when we wage verbal prosecution!

K: Though you didn't murder Stimpy, still you'll face electrocution!

S: No attorney, ape or otherwise, shall grant you absolution!

K: How you losers gonna school us when we run the institution?

S: You're areek with instability, and lacking in camaraderie…

K: …But now this rap belongs to us…

S&K: …So get off our property!

K: We've mass-replicated specters more substantial than you bastards!

S: If you think you're in a bind now, though…

S&K: …Just wait and meet our master!



It's your Final Fight if you'd mess with the mightiest mayor since Haggar;

Potent purple people-pwner with a dominating swagger!

It's no D.C. Confidential info that I'm full of tricks:

Just when you think I'm gone for good, I'll be reborn out through your dick!

The reverend says I lack restraint, but mic-control's a different deal;

When Corset's curses course, it's like the gates of Hell have been unsealed!

Now, to my sides, girls; be my weapons as we decimate these fools…

S: We are the demons…

K: …We're dynamic…

C: …And you'll all bend to our…



Stocking: Alright, that seals it, I'm joining them.

Panty: Huh?

Garterbelt: Wait, what the fuc-

(*Explosion, maniacal laughter*)









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Chris McLean:
Today on Total Drama Island-Action-Musical-Whatever,
Watch me make McMahon mincemeat, then off some interns for good measure.
Do what shouldn't be tried at home? You'd best believe that I'm prepared to;
Think you're boss enough to cross me? Well, I triple-dog dare you!
I'm the hottest host this mad, mad, mad, mad world has ever seen;
As tough as Nailz, with words as fiery as your faulty limousine!
I've got full-time invincibility; there's no way I'll be toppled.
How can you expect to Trump McLean when you got beat by Donald?
You'll come in dead-last when you race me, and end up like Team Victory:
A bigger fail than your foray into the football industry!
No chainsaw's in my grasp, and there's no hook strapped to my arm,
But I'm as fierce as any psycho killer; always causing harm!
The Alejandro to your Justin, obsoleting you with tricks galore;
Shake up World Wrestling something worse than when your Owen hit the floor!
You're losing it, old man, and I'll retire you for good:
Entomb you here, achieving what the Undertaker never could.

Vince McMahon:
I'm stepping back into the ring to lay some Raw Smackdown on this crude snob,
And end this match so fast, call it the Wawanakwa Screwjob!
The promotion's patriarch; Authority runs in my family.
Like pineapples in lava, my mere entrance brings calamity!
This boasting host who thinks he's got the most's in for a roast,
'Cause I'm a Federation's father; you're a wannabe Jeff Probst!
I represent a higher power than your whole cast of Canadian idiots;
You've no chance in Hell once Mr. Vince McMahon starts spitting it!
Dropping bigger trauma-bombs than any goth-and-punk relations;
When my superstars show up, it's every teen's elimination!
Haul it down the Dock of Shame, or better yet, straight off a cliff;
I walk the walk with attitude: a god is what you're messing with!
Your lips against my ass is how we'll end it; this I say with confidence:
The thought of this dirtbag defeating me is plain Ridonculous!
I'll skewer you for real, and put you down like Hollis Mason,
When I use your gilded likeness as a weapon; bash your face in!

Chris McLean:
Dock of Shame? Come on; I'll make your ass a human cannonball!
Flush you right down the drain, then take a dump in the confessional!
I'll Hatchet off your balls, then feed 'em to the boys and girls for brunch!
Man, I can even make marshmallows pack a truly toxic punch.
My island makes jackasses out of everybody like Pinocchio;
Step up to me, and your career's as finished as Hulk Hogan's, bro!
Make like your son and call it quits; the votes are in: you're beaten,
And a million bucks says that won't change in any broadcast region!
Unlike Courtney with her lawyers, I'll make good on every threat;
I'm a Hitman on a McMahonhunt just like your old buddy Bret.
My franchise spotlights Amazons and breezes through the Bechdel Test;
Even Ezekiel knows your show's a chauvinistic sausage fest!

Vince McMahon:
Your talk of "Amazons" is all a ton of chatter, just like Rita;
Even Eva's an amoeba next to any of my Divas.
Fresh TV is going stale, and it's apparent that you're fired;
Should have caught the 3:10 back to Fametown back when Don was hired!
You remind me of my stepdad, and I'm glad you're not deceased,
'Cause now, not even Chef can bail you out from what I'll soon unleash!
I'll decimate your legacy entire: damnatio memoriae;
Once you get to oblivion, say "Hi" to Chris Benoit for me.
Your Wreck-ening's at hand, and the contestants best be scared;
Watch Rey Mysterio fly-kick your jumbo jet down in midair!
I'll sic ol' New Jack on your Owen, then neglect to ring the bell!
A legend then, now and forever!
John Cena: McMahon wins, LOL!

Chris McLean:
Tell Rickroll 2.0 his time ain't now, 'cause mine's not up, you cheater;
I won't let you screw me here, nor will I screw my own self, either.
Prime up for a Royal Rumble in this very ring, tonight:
I'm summoning some All-Stars; dropping two H-bombs, to be precise!

Harold: The peak of geek's back from the Aftermath, so hold on to your pants!
Heather: …And he's allied with this queen bee who's stinging like a bullet ant!
The wicked, two-faced and backstabbing lying little bitch is back!
Har: …And unlike Austin, she'll be rocking Stone Cold sober; that's a fact!
My name is Harold Norbert Cheever Doris McGrady the Fifth, bitch;
Funky Steve's Rhyme-Busting Camp gave me the skills with which I spit this!
A yo-yo-nunchaku master who can kick some major backside;
Needn't even rig the votes for us to win this by a landslide!
Hea: Wanna duke it out with Heather? What's your damage?! This witch brews doom;
Vinnie Mac couldn't even manage besting me beneath a blue moon!
No one trolls the queen of mean; my haters know this to be true.
Hell, I can even keep more dignity when shaven bald than you!
I've got your diary on hand, and don't know where I should begin!
Har: Perhaps his little daughter snapping into Macho Man's Slim Jim?
Hea: The steroid trial failed to bring you down, but let us tell you something:
Har + Hea: When we prosecute you lyrically, there's no escaping judgment!

Vince McMahon:
Heather seems to think this dweeb's her friend, and understands her truly,
But it's clear that all he wants from her's another peek at boobies.
Plus, if so-called double H-bombs are the best that Chris can muster,
I can top that in more ways than one; come on, now: take it, Hunter!

Triple H:
When you talk shit 'bout the boss's girl, you cross the King of Kings, bitch:
An ass-kicking's what you've asked for, so I'm stepping in to bring it!
Watch the terror in your unhappy campers rise when they see me.
My killer's blood runs cold and blue; that's why they cast me in Blade Three!
Now, are you ready to be buried by combat's NXT Evolution?
I'll assassinate you through cerebral verbal persecution!
Try to play me, and you're bound to lose! My Pedigree is vicious;
Straight-up shatter suckers' faces easily as Chyna dishes!
I'll atomic wedgie Harold 'til it's his obliteration;
Make him blow up like the namesake of his source of inspiration!
Then I'll have my way with that fat, gassy cow he calls his Venus;
She'll let me be her sledgehammer, and the hammer is my penis!
Frankly, I'll turn these two pussies Inside-Out fifteen times over;
Call me Thirty Hs, then, although I lack a chainsaw-boner!
I'll sink you for good, McLean; this is the day the drama died,
While I was singing: bye-bye, Mr. Canadian guy!





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Peter Parker:
Thanks for the ride there, Uncle Ben; I shouldn't be long, so don't go far.
I'll get the scoop on Brundle, then earn cash enough for my own car,
'Cause when the Bugle wakes 'em up to this real-life Amazing Fantasy,
Our sales'll smash the Globe, and Triple-J will pay me handsomely!
Who am I? Just your friendly neighborhood rookie reporter,
Looking into you and your machine that breaks time-space's borders.
I trust you won't mind my swinging-by; I won't disrupt at all:
I'll be as harmless an observer as a fly upon your wall!

Seth Brundle:
Wait, who let you in?! Press can't yet be let to see my labor's fruits!
Boy, you're in Pleasantville no more; trespassers here will be rebuked!
Poor Peter Parker's but a pitiful, nearsighted little geek-clown;
When he comes into my parlor uninvited, he'll get beat-down!
Like your playdates with ol' Skip, I won't let you go unmolested.
Feel that tingling? That's your common sense saying: put this schtick to rest, kid!
You're erected by that redhead Watson chick; that much is plain,
But if you think she'll get with you, you've hit a different Mary Jane!

Peter Parker:
It's clear you don't get out much, sir, and though I didn't mean any trouble,
If a dick is what you choose to be here, brace for my rebuttal:
I can weave a tangled web of words to rival Walter Scott;
A natural at diss-selection who knows how to take a shot!

Seth Brundle:
Your style makes me want to vomit; I spit gold when my fly verses bloom:
Mind-blowing rhymes so sick, they'll make your head asplode like Scanners!
Be afraid, very afraid: I'll mess you up worse than my first baboon;
Leave you turned inside-outwards in a most grotesque of manners.

Peter Parker:
You may think you'll change the world, but I'll be having none of that crap:
I've seen transport-pods more practical in West Virginia transit!
As a Trekker, I'd suspect your tech's a clone-creating deathtrap!
To be backing it, Bartok must make Oscorp look soundly-managed.

Seth Brundle:
Sure, that ape became spaghetti, but my finished pods aren't deadly:
I'll bet you and Borans both an arm-and-leg; my bone saw's ready!
I'm the next big step for mankind, and with one small leap, I'll prove it,
So computer, start the countdown up, and Europe, cue the music!

Joey Tempest:
Ooooooooh, it's the final countdown…
This dude's teleporting…
The final countdown…
Uh-oh, there's a fly there!
It's the final countdown, final countdown, ooooooh-ooooooooh… now give me my check!

Seth Brundle: Wait, a fly? Oh my: that may be cause for worry, but whatever;
It most likely matters not. I'm in one piece and feeling fine, too;
The far worse concern in bug-terms here's that spider right behind you!

Peter Parker:
Ouch! TheDingDangDoong spoke truthfully; that really does hurt brutally,
And yet, on top of all the pain, I feel sensations new to me:
Sixth sense, strength and agility straight out of some film trilogy!
Uncle Ben: Remember, though: with great power comes great responsibility!
Peter: Oh, drop the preachiness, and quit pretending you're my father!
I'd be rich if all old Benny's lectures netted me a dollar.
As is, I'll use my new spidey-skills to further my finances;
Thus, I'm off to be a star, so: so long Seth, and goodbye glasses!

Seth Brundle:
That rad-spider's bite's made Parker think he's Superman, apparently;
My guess is: in a couple weeks, he'll be in chemotherapy.
As for myself, methinks I'll go hit up some drinking joint;
First, though, I'll grab my wallet, which, of course, I trust won't be pur-
Burglar: Yoink!
Brundle: Aaah, someone stop that man… no! Peter, why didn't you provide support?
You could have caught that thief just like the fly I earlier absorbed!

Peter Parker:
Well, why on Earth should I have helped you after all the crap you've said?
I fail to see how that's my problem!
Uncle Ben: Oh noes; I am dead.
Ganon: DIE!
Peter: NOOOOO; The only father that I've ever known's been killed! 
I could have saved him; now, I have to spend my whole life with that guilt.
I pledge to heed his wisdom moving forward from this fateful night;
Need no Kenobi tricks to know to go home and rethink my life…

Seth Brundle:
Ha! You're too weak to even man up and go catch the guy who did this;
Now, next time you bump into him, they'll want you to show forgiveness.
Anyways, go mope for months on end at where your uncle's grave is;
I've got sugar to consume, and one hot date with Geena Davis!



Peter Parker:
Yo, I'm back with patriotic tights and my own hero-name;
The Spider-Man is what they call me, and web-slinging is my game!
It's not exactly public knowledge, but I figured you should know:
I've rose from tragedy, while… sheesh, you really have let yourself go!

Seth Brundle:
Oh, I'd say you're the one who's lost it, to consider that suit fetching!
This ain't lucha libre, Rikochet; go back to costume-sketching!
Think you're some red-white-blue widow? Boy, you're longlegs-level timid,
And I'll shatter you like windowpanes at an abortion clinic!

Peter Parker:
Wait a minute, you poor devil; I get why you're so disheveled:
You fused with that fly on some molecular-genetic level!
Now, that raises quite some questions here regarding mass-criteria,
If you didn't also get mixed-up with billions of bacteria!

Seth Brundle:
I make up in raw power what I may have lost in charm;
Can straight-up split a sucker open in a wrestling match of arms!
Unless you'll grow an extra four of those, comparing us is groundless.
Bring your frenemy Flint in; then, maybe we'll talk change-profoundness.

Peter Parker:
Your sheer arrogance is plain as my newspaper boss's spins;
"Help me! Help me!", you'll soon be squealing as this spider closes in!
I'm straight-Spectacular; Sensational! Your shambling isn't scaring me;
You're less a threat than Stockman, your own Ninja Turtles parody!

Seth Brundle:
Could you repeat that last part? I was tidying my museum:
A collection of vestigial souvenirs; you wanna see 'em?
I'm becoming something never seen before: a Brundlefly,
Who'll make you swallow his acidic disses; then, perhaps you'll die…

Peter Parker:
Yeah, it's quite clear your tale won't end with dreams of happy butterflies;
You'd have been better-off if that machine had left you vaporized!
You're too much fly for any guy; even The Offspring would agree!
My powers are a gift; you're cursed to die as a monstrosity!

Seth Brundle:
Well, if I'm but an insect woken from its dream of being a man,
Perhaps you'll help me to be truly human. See, I have a plan:
Though there may be no cure for my most Kafkaesque of transformations,
Your humanity-retaining genes shall be its mitigation;
Combination, Parker! Dive with me into the plasma-stream:
We'll be the insect Firestorm; a single-body super-team!
Peter: I'll never join you, freak!
Brundle: A pity; we'll do things the hard way, then.
Computer, instigate the sequence; Joey, sing that tune again!

Joey Tempest: 
Ooooooooh, it's another countdown…
The Brundlefly's bonkers…
Another countdown…
Now Pete's in the pod-thing…
It's another countdown, 'nother countdown, ooooooh-ooooooooh… man, this is so fucked up!

(*Peter punches a hole through the telepod's glass door surface, shoots a webbing through it and onto a connective cable on the ground outside, and then reels it in violently, severing the cord. Noticing this act of sabotage as Peter proceeds to unlock and exit his now nonfunctional pod, Brundle attempts to take leave of the still-working pod holding him, but is a second too late and becomes fused with broken pieces of the apparatus itself. Emerging from a third telepod, the resultant hunk of twisted flesh mixed with chunks of metal then collapses onto the floor with a hideous, gurgling scream.*)

Brundle: Well… at least I still- (*Explodes for no apparent reason*)

(*Fade to black…*)








There ain't nobody like me but me, bar all business with the Jackal.
Ripping brutes new ones out on the streets, like:
Aleksei Sytsevich: I'm in the battle! *Ooomph!*
Spider-Man: I'll tackle any lab-freak and their every next of kin,
So do yourself a favor, stranger, and just turn yourself right in.

Martin Brundle:
Hello. My name is Martin Brundle. Insert Princess Bride quote here.
I'm not like other heirs to mantles of your foes of yesteryear:
Meet the most interesting insomniac this side of DC Pierson;
My genetic symbiosis makes for something truly fearsome!
Not the wretched wreck my dad was; I'm a monster on a mission,
With a tongue so sharp, call me the first true insect politician!
I drop verses rapidly as my progress through childhood;
Spit Venom, driving you more mad than any emo costume could!
No swatter's big enough to squash me; hell, I'll take on whole attack teams!
Here's a sadist choice: swap genes with me, or relive your wack dance scene?
Pumpkin-bombs can't match the terror I'll rain on your parade today,
With force enough to flush your itsy-bitsy bitch-ass straight-away!

So, seems "like dad, like son" is just the way the Brundle story goes;
To think: if only Seth had stuck to teleporting pantyhose.
I needn't Aunt May's prayers ensuring my deliverance from this evil:
I'm the cityscape's Tarzan; you're just a Disney-esque cheap sequel!
Yeah, you may come straight from your mom's worst nightmares, but honestly,
Compared to Carnage, Carl King and Kraven's craze, you're hardly scary.
You, Superior to me?! Doc Ock was less a wannabe,
So don't seek vengeance for your evil dad; look how that went for Harry.

Martin Brundle:
I made sure my father's tragedy would not run in our family;
Lived happily, bar comics, though things happened no less graphically!
Man, I got laid at five; that Melrose Place chick did the honors.
You've got less on me than what Sam Raimi did with "Lizard" Connors!
I concoct lyrics from scratch like pod props on my movie's set,
And constitute a force more Sinister than any crook sextet;
Your weak webs can't halt the pain-train I drive! This ain't no grand prix race,
Because this Martin Brundle has the speedy skills to win first place:
Watch me rampage relentlessly through a complex casually as a walk in the park,
Melting off my foes' faces as if they had gazed into the Covenant's Ark!
I'll put this born loser right out of his misery like that poor Golden Retriever;
Revel in wrecking you worse than Al-Qaeda tainted your twin towers teaser!
If a second lady-love's not something you're prepared to lose,
Then for the love of Lee, stop giving MJ cancer with your splooge!
I used to think you couldn't Turn Off folks worse than with your Broadway play,
But firing Garfield was a more disgraceful deal than One More Day.





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…THE PARR FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!




The Parr Family:

Bob Parr: We're back from cinema's best iteration of Fantastic Four,

To warm-up for the only Pixar sequel folks were asking for!

Helen Parr: As prepping for this, your Sat. A.M. 'toon-fare conflicts aren't sufficient;

Next to crossing us, your marriage pales in terms of risky missions!

Violet Parr: Hey there, losers; didn't see me? Weird; it must have been the lighting,

'Cause if your ilk's what we're fighting, then I see no need for hiding!

Dash Parr: Likewise with my skill on tracks and mics; I'm known for blazing both,

And I'll be taking first place, sure as Violet's taste for Tony-loaf!

(*Bump*) Hey!

Helen: I'd tell the kids to focus, but with you, there's naught at stake.

Bob: Take after Felix and say "uncle", and it better not be fake!

Violet: My hair is Hell to animate, but our words flow with utter ease…

Dash: …And speed enough to melt your brains until you're speaking Fooglie-ese!

Bob: I'll leave your pussy of a papa with an "i"-shaped carven scar!

Violet: Even our backup puppet counterparts could sock it to you hard.

Dash: We'll take whatever heat you bring, with or without our uniforms.

Helen: To call you up to Parr with us is stretching even by my norms!


The Cortez Family:

Gregorio Cortez: Brace for the fiercest Cortez conquest since Tenochtitlan's demise…

Juni Cortez: …To get the full effect of which, no glasses need adorn the eyes!

Carmen Cortez: You freaks aren't cool enough to best us!

Ingrid Cortez: Specialness runs through our whole clan.

Cortez Family: We spit undermining disses, digging deeper than your Mole-Man!

Announcer: …HUH?

Gregorio: Midlife's stress was a joke next to the crisis you'll be in;

Your credibility is like your breeding rights: it's dubious.

Yo, I'm the dopest O.S.S. O.G. this side of William Donovan;

The Third Brain's maker's mind is not one you should pit your brawn against!

Carmen: Guess what? I've learned to sing, and once I massacre this tune,

The lot of you will go "OH SHIT!", and no, you won't be talking 'shrooms!

Grandpa taught us to be forgiving, but that's why we left him home,

And after this, you'll never walk again, even in V.R. zones!

Juni: Intent on playing some tacky tricks here, Dash? I'd love to see you try;

You'll get one-shot-dropped in your tracks just like I Wanna Be the Guy,

'Cause I don't slip up when I grip a mic! I'm quite the Troublemaker;

No deceiver saying I remold fates of foes and juggle haters!

Ingrid: When my mission is to take you out, know I've no qualms fulfilling it;

These Disneyfied Watchmen have no idea who they're dealing with!

Hell, Helen changed her codename just so merch could be produced;

Guess those flex-powers wouldn't extend the terms of nominative use.

Gregorio: My namesake pleaded for his life, but you're the ones on trial here!

Carmen: Make like your whole breed after your last lawsuit-serving; disappear.

Juni: It's one cruel world now that you've messed with us; we'll have you for our supper!

Ingrid: It'll prove your costliest misstep since rescuing that jumper!


The Parr Family:

Bob: Celebrate your mediocrity; we'll stick to being exceptional!

Violet: Employ Game Over's gimmicks; still we'll be more three-dimensional.

Helen: That film was your third strike!

Dash: Alas, Rodriguez pressed "Continue"…

Bob: …And that movie's basis on a shit was least among its issues!

Helen: Both our Oscar wins attest: we're Pixar's choicest heavyweights…

Dash: Endowed with excellence that even Juni's voice couldn't replicate!

Violet: We'll leave you sapped as tech is by the pulses your Transmooker shoots…

Bob: …And scrambling to find the door like Lucius for his super suit!

Helen: It's obvious we're in the right, and I don't mean conservatism.

Violet: Each of us is truly special…

Dash: …and that's not a euphemism!

Helen: Any words of wisdom, E?

Edna Mode: Well, I've made costumes for our rivals,

Capes included, 'cause to step to you, they're clearly suicidal!

Bob: Even in Greg's own daydreams, he'll still get violently hurled!

Helen: You couldn't defeat us if you trained for all the time in the world!

Dash: We're tougher than your robot doubles…

Violet: …And you can't invert our coding.

Parr Family: Birdie's greatest giants, stomping out green-screen-abusing rodents!


The Cortez Family:

Fegan Floop:  Who?

Gregorio: Who do you think you are?

Floop: What?

Ingrid: A mistake is what you're making!

Floop: When?

Juni: Even my watch can tell you: now's the time for relocation.

Floop: Where?

Carmen: Go anywhere but here…

Floop: Why?

Juni: …To escape your coming doom!

Cortez Family: We'll put you on ice more abruptly than your comics run with Boom!

Gregorio: As dexterous as spider-monkeys with these burns, we're spurning you dumb chumps.

Ingrid: In verse-articulation terms, you're closer to Thumb-Thumbs!

Carmen: Plus, if you're waiting on backup to show, they'd better be amazing…

Juni: …And count out God coming down to help; He fears the Hell we're raising.



Bob: Aw, now look what you've done; you've made the baby cry!

Gregorio: Oh, what; complaining about hurt feelings now, are we?

Violet: That wasn't a complaint, dude; it was a warning!


Jack-Jack Parr:

…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam! It's time for a reveal; I'm coming further out my shell.

Before, my morphing surfaced; now, I'll show that I can rhyme as well!

This dope six-digit jackpot victor of the power-picking lottery

Spits infinitely sicker than your average super-progeny;

A prodigy! A maniac who lacks in cutting slack,

I pack a thwacking smack, so hacks, backtrack; Jack-Jack's on the attack!

Skill-stacked in every elemental trade; the rugrat Metamorpho.

When it comes to impish infants, only Rosemary's is more-so!

My win's sureness is like your CG: discerning it is easy.

I'll send you to an abyss; you'll fall for hours like Luigi!

Well, my bladder's emptied out, but still a diaper will be wetted;

Thrashing you so hard, you'll wish some M.I.B.'d make you forget it.



Aaarrgh, enough talk from Kahuna! Now, Noncredibles, get ready

To eat your own words and say "uncle" for real, 'cause it's Machete,

Here to aid his family!

Carmen: You mean by arming us with gadgets?

Machete: No; by murdering our foes with all my namesakes in this jacket!

Kids, avert your eyes; I'm gonna make a Grindhouse of this place:

Slaughter some sucker supers, then go kill Mel Gibson up in space!

Machete don't text, he don't tweet, and he don't beat 'round bushes, either;

I'll end you less hesitantly than I did that robo-Bieber!

I'm a Train, ploughing head-on into these devils in red spandex;

Helen, I've seen rubber bands entail more wondrous elastics!

Answered Estevez's duty-call, and I'd vote Trump for president

Sooner than sparing you the cost of messing with this Mexican!

Deporting you to Hell with wild, exploitative flair;

Even Raul the Ghoul agrees your style's broke beyond repair!

I've got eight eyepatches for future use by you wack, low-life bozos,

Once I leave you blind as Luz, and swallow Jack-Jack whole like Kronos!


(*Screaming and flashing lights out of nowhere*)


Congratulations; that's the secret word, but it's no Pee-wee Herman show

When this sick snubbed sidekick-turned-super-squasher's beastly sermons flow!

With Jimmy Neutron's hairdo and an intellect to match,

I went from Bomb Voyage's role to sending Xerek to the trash!

This Buddy ain't nobody's buddy, and you'll all be getting owned,

Because unlike some hypocrites, I mean it saying I work alone,

So if no man's an island, just call me the closest any gets;

The only Syndrome more inclined to spitting harsh words than Tourette's!

I tempted heroes with Mirages of recapturing their glory days

To end their age like Wanted, terminating them in gory ways,

And strained to make the Omnidroid adaptive with my handiness,

Then staged the greatest octopoid attack since Ozymandias!

There's zero-points that you can make against this heavy hitter;

You're all full of B.S., and that doesn't stand for "Baby Sitter".

Man, I'd still stand out if everyone became a mad rhyme-buster;

Dopeness-over-volume-wise, I am the densest motherf-

Aaaaaaagh! (*Sucked into plane engine; explosion*)




I DECIDE!!!!!!



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(*Intro music: "Hail to the Chief" by The Four Squeezins*)

The Once-ler: Salutations, gentlemen, ladies and assorted Seussian monstrosities.
This is history's most inexplicably likable…
(*Hexxus is shown*)
…Second-most-inexplicably likable harbinger of mass-deforestation, the Once-ler speaking; hold your applause now, Tumblrites.
While I'm neither attempting to build and maintain an industrial empire with zero foresight regarding resource depletion nor hiding myself away in shame over the destruction I've caused because I, again, apparently have no idea how to keep a resource that quite literally grows on trees renewable, I watch two shows: Game of Thrones and Gotham… oh, and House of Cards.
Also, some little wrinkly guy has paid me to advertise his own crappy series, Moleman's Epic Ra-
…Wait a minute, what the Hell am I doing? I'm a Dr. Seuss character, for crying out loud; this thing ought to be in rhyme!
Dr. Seuss: Oh, how convenient; now he suddenly cares about accurately honoring my work…

The Once-ler: Hit it!
Yo, prepare to see a side of me even the film kept hidden;
Keep you pocket change and snail shells, too, 'cause y'all have free admission
To the show I'm putting on when I let grow my flow today!
Forget a Thneed; what you all really need's to heed what I've to say:
Even that fuzzy orange guy approves!
The Lorax: What? No I don't, asshole!
Once-ler: Whatevs; keep ranting 'bout the trees. I'm busy speaking for the Mole,
Who's biggering his rap empire: six new battles' seeds are planted,
With fat kids, twins and wall-builders; baby, this'll be gigantic!
Sucker emcees getting chopped right down and flattened like pancakes,
It's gonna be survival of the fittest; I can hardly wait!
Unlike my Aesop, they won't compromise on lyric quality,
And as for audio, well, riddle me this: how bad can it be?

Get… off… my… TRACK!
Garrosh Hellscream:
Prepare to scream like Hell; Grom's son's laying devastation!
I'm Warchief of the True Horde, and true host of this presentation,
With a true warrior's heart and, failing that, an ancient monster's!
You're a Thrall to your wack family like your movie to its sponsors:
Shilling Mazda was as damning of a deal as fiend-blood-drinking;
Thus, I intervene with this offensive Warsong I be singing!
This is mic-Mak'gora, yo, and though my words have not been poisoned,
Of your goring when I howl them, there can still be no avoidance!
I'm the orc-supreme, so suck it, Azog; you too, Ironhide!
Go lift yourself away; become a shaman. I'll fill in as guide
To the next expansion of the rapping-craft world,
Featuring child-eaters, lesbians and dead Russian girls;
Moleman's left naught a Blank Space on his invite list!
Now, I'll say this just once, Once-ler; YOU ARE DISMISSED!

…And on this very date in time, and right upon this very spot,
I, Aku, unleashed an unspeakably dope verse, and spat it hot!
It's no tea party when I show: I'm one far cry from Zuko's buddy;
Twenty-Sixteen marks my rebirth with free rein to make things bloody!
Ask the dinosaurs how hard I shake things up when I appear;
I'm just about the only shadow that it's sensible to fear!
You've not a fragment of the strength of this fragment of utter darkness;
Earth's worst scourge since birth, my name attests: I'm pure evil incarnate!
Making moot your petty feud like I did border immigration,
I'll troll Garrosh harder than when they selected his replacement!
What my fairy stories lack, I compensate for with these rhymes;
Try stepping to me, and your tales will end as sadly as X9's!
Even Aku's Achoo's a hazard! Now, I could just kill you losers,
But I've heard Hellscream likes time-warps, and so: have fun in the future!

Once-ler, Garrosh: Noooooooooooooooowoowoowoowoowoo- (*POP*)

Aku: …There, that takes care of those buffoons, at least for the time being; now, as I, being the actual host of this video, have been meaning to say: Moleman's Epic Rap Battles is on the rise yet again, with an all-new batch of battles featuring such characters as Dea-
(*Dun, dun, dun…*)

T. E. Lawrence:
I made waves in World War One!
(*Dun, dun, dun…*)
I'm Lawrence of Arabia,
Who takes no prisoners while massacring jerks with raps;
The Allies won't screw my dreams over here, and neither will your ass!
I missed my cue to reach Damascus, but I spit with perfect timing;
Thomas needn't help me get attention when it comes to rhyming!
It's as obvious as the "twist" when you tried posing as female:
Contrasting with my actor's Oscar noms, I'm destined to prevail!
In fact, I'll ask one of my Arab homies: how's that scripture read?
Gwonam: Well, it is written: only Lawrence can defeat Aku.
Lawrence: Agreed!
I'll hardly mind your hurtful words, but mine will cut you down to size:
Watch me extinguish your regime before match-cutting to sunrise!
Man, you look like your mama screwed with a Kor'kron Annihilator!
You're unfit to talk about the coming fights with Wizards, skaters,
A returning space-dictator and a band all being included!
Unlike getting knighted by King George, though, I'll be glad to do it.

Remy LeBeau:
Well, you'd best be glad to fold 'em when in comes this martial master
With Uncanny vocal talent; that's why I was on X-Factor!
My whole brain's intact, my full deck's stacked, and I'm too hot to handle;
Rolling solo as I steal this show, this time I won't get cancelled!
I went through worse than your war days 'fore being old enough to drive;
My flow'll make you crash and burn like this was Nineteen Thirty-Five!
I forge Apocalyptic verses, even out of Horseman mode:
Lyrics so charged with energy, they're prone to make a mic explode!
Tatum'll kill it when he steps up as this mutant casanova;
Sitting through your Kitschy film, though, damn-near put me in a coma!
I'd've just made out with Rogue, had I known I'd be risking that,
But see more pussy than your "love life" when I feed my Disney cats!
If you think you're on par with me, your skulls are thicker than my accent;
I'm a loyal heir of thieves, but you can call me your assassin!
As for aces up in sleeves, this ragin' Cajun has the most;
The slickest Gambit since the master-strokes of- (*ZIP, TUMBLE, THUD*)

Garrosh Hellscream: …Ugh… where are we; what year is it?
The Once-ler: …Um… I think we just got sent forward a couple minutes.
Aku: Oh dear… I guess all those years of being off the air really have taken their toll…
Lawrence: Hey now, that's no excuse for losing your touch; after all, I've been dead for seven decades, and I'm clearly not letting that get to me here!
Remy LeBeau: …So, um, I guess this means the rap is over, and we, having each gotten our chance to shine, all win, eh?

Aw, quite a nice dream, that… but dreams, of course, are meant to be…
Julian Robotnik:
Broken's how you'll wish I'd left you once this coup d'état's complete,
And you're helplessly watching your own metal forms bow to my feet!
The maniac who blew the Planet of the Furries up to Hell,
It's Doomsday when my ghastly voice projects; my Cumming's your death knell!
You'll face EndGame upon being met with my Roboticizer's jolt:
It'll give Lawrence his most drastic overhaul since Robert Bolt!
Watch Draenor's chieftains flee when this Warlord steps into the arena.
Remy, I'll rock your whole hometown as if my name were Katrina!
What's Aku's grip on the world next to my literal steel fist?
Compared to me, Once-ler's a radical environmentalist!
Just ask my nephew how heartless I am; he'll be your next-door neighbor,
Once I knead your bodies into blocks for holding down my papers!
Of all blights on Mobius, only Ken Penders' crimes are more,
And now, just like my robo-self, I'm on a cross-zone conquest tour!
As for the Freedom Fighters, let's just say: I've taught them not to talk shit;
Thus, I let the princess sum up their new creed…

(*Robotnik lies bleeding on the floor before Sally, as everyone else looks on in awe…*)
Robotnik: But… but how?
Sally: What, how have I regained my free will? To be honest, I'm not quite sure, but I'm guessing it probably has something to do with the fact that I'm Princess Sally Alicia Goddamn Acorn, bitch!
Robotnik: Grr… I should have expected as much from a Mary Sue such as yourse- (*SPLAT*)

Sally: Alright folks, the bottom line is this: there's going to be six more battles in Season 3, after which Season 4 will kick off with an all-new matchup featuring yours truly against someone besides a certain blue robot.
Sally: Maybe it would be, if both those battles didn't suck in the audio department, and if not for the fact that you let me get roboticized again!
Sally: (*Draws arm-blades*)
Announcer: POINT TAKEN!

(*Moleman's Epic Rap Battle logo appears; fade to black…*)

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Don Bluth:
Let me Kickstart this confrontation, skipping past all formal nonsense;
Spend less time bush-beating than you took to show a hippo's Johnson:
I stuck it to Disney hard, inspiring their return to form,
While you inspired Ren and Stimpy's adult show, plus furry porn!
Bankruptcy couldn't keep this good Don down, you perverted, racist slob;
You're stoned as any troll queen's victims if you think you'll do the job!
I bring choice tales to life, from B.C. times to After Earth's destroyed,
So tell your freaky Doodle friends that I'm one 'Noid they'd best avoid!
I've got a master plan to which not even Jenner'd raise objection,
And for once, I won't let any execs muck with those intentions.
Dusting cels at Terrytoons is where you should have stayed for life:
Just think how Crumby your career would be if not for Robert's wife!
There'll be no tacked-on happy end to what I'll put you through today,
So disregard what you were told by Xanadu, and walk away!
As sharp as any T-rex chompers while attacking microphones;
Hey, I'm one Don more liable to piss you off than Corleone!

Ralph Bakshi:
Think me some bigot pornographer; when will you people learn?
No, I'm your lyrical hitman, and things won't take a Peaceful turn;
The burns I spit'll worse-than-Singe you once you step in my lair, fool,
So brace for an unfiltered lecture, courtesy of Bakshi School:
You're fucking with the patron saint of animation's underground,
Who's in control of more than just the flippers as he knocks you 'round!
Coonskin made negroes doubt my whiteness, but I'll make you go albino;
Milk this track for all it's worth like Universal has your dinos!
I'll tear you more holes where sun don't shine than Rock-a-Doodle's plot,
So don't be fursecuting me; you tried to make a pheasant hot!
Me, I show people how things are, especially when it ain't pretty;
Never pandering, I keep real even with the nineteen-fifties!
I'm a wiz at tackling the heavy: drugs, war, segregation,
All while channelling pop music's power through the generations!
I beat South Park to T.V.; made even Nicktoons take some pages.
In inspiring Disney's Renaissance, you brought your own Dark Ages!

Don Bluth:
Listen here now, Rotoscope-It Ralph: don't charge me with shark-jumping,
'Cause it's clear that you and Mighty Mouse have both been snorting something.
Oh, and while on the subject of mice, I've brought a friend along,
So let me just stare at you for a bit while she takes up this song:
Mrs. Brisby: Get ready to be made a jackass of, and no Small One, at that,
By a deceptively small heroine who'll halt you in your tracks,
And needs no magic stone to show her strength within a verbal fight;
The N.C.'s Number Three, this widow's damn-near-black in terms of bite!
You'll catch pneumonia from my chilling licks; I'll whoop you as you cough,
And how can you survive this clash when half your own flicks axed you off?
Well, here's my beef: I rented one of your alleged "family" titles,
And its wack content transformed my Martin into Eric Idle!
Bluth: Gobbling chump cartoonists up like quarters by my game machines,
I'll push more of your buttons than it takes to get Dirk through a scene!
Each insult in my pool of disses is heart-stopping as Duke's death is;
Seeing this battle to its finish!
Mrs. Brisby: …Unlike you with Tolkien's epic!

Ralph Bakshi:
Using someone else's character as your mascot? For shame;
She'll get flung clear across the valley like what should have been her name!
In any case, your Dr. Seuss schtick is a game two can partake in,
So here, kitty, kitty: come and bust rhymes harder than your rating!
Fritz the Cat: Time to buckle down for once; I won't be bugging out, my homie,
When I join in your revolt against this thick-skulled pussy-phony!
Sorry, wishful-thinking mice: America has many cats,
But not one other's quite the superstar that Fritz is; that's a fact!
Among all indie cartoon flicks, none's gross or grossness has been higher;
Pushed the envelope? I set the goddamn P.O. box on fire!
A far-out, revolutionary poet who'll torment your soul,
I've battled many a good man, but you ain't one of them, asshole!
Bakshi: I'll leave you breathless as when Fievel's ballad lost to aviators;
Make sweet music with the innards of your big-lipped alligator!
Bitch, you make Dom DeLuise look like some kind of Killer Tiger;
C.N.R.'s butch next to you!
Fritz: …And he don't mean Weird Al's take, either!

Don Bluth:
Your brain must be on the Fritz!
Mrs. Brisby: …And I thought Dragon was a pain;
To call that prick's film an "experiment" makes NIMH's tests seem humane!
Bluth: Man, how he's even still alive is a Schrodinger-worthy question;
Either way, methinks this calls for some angelic intervention…
Charlie Barkin: Lookie here, now: what a shock; I'm yet again among the living,
But I'll see that you can never come back from the jibes I'm spitting!
You should let me be surprised and make like clocks; start turning back,
Or else not even your Love's going to survive this rap-attack!
Your pal makes Holden Caulfield look heroic, lynching porky coppers,
And I'll shut him down like Ralph's hopes to adapt the Catcher proper:
Watch me take away his life, and then the other eight as well,
Because all dogs may go to Heaven, but that cat can yiff in Hell!
Bluth: The bottom line is: you go too damn far… 
Charlie: …And he don't say that lightly…
Bluth: …While your bars are cheaply-cobbled as your stint with Sixties Spidey!
It won't turn out to be just a daydream when I blow your mind
Until you're gone with naught a trace, and only photos left behind!

Ralph Bakshi:
A canine standing between cat and mouse; what is this, Tom and Jerry?
Fritz: Also: what did you make Time Warp on? I'd pay to try that crap…
Bakshi: My next creation, by contrast, need not be high to roll with fairies,
So hold on together tight, now, not that you'll be spared his wrath…
Avatar the Wizard: It's time to shift away from urban life and toward the more fantastic;
The O.G. post-cataclysmic wizard's here to sow some magic:
Bending more than just four elements' worth as I Scortch this mic,
I'll make your whole crap kingdom crumble like my brother's wack Fourth Reich,
But it won't take three million years to tell that Ralph's will never fade!
You'd best believe that I'm for real, unlike when Elinore betrayed.
My sleeve holds quite the nasty trick that's sure to knock you off your throne,
Namely: a Luger, aimed straight at your heart; eat yours out, Indy Jones.
Bakshi: See, I'm the bigger man…
Fritz: …A ballsy man…
Avatar: …A man chock-full of vision!
Bakshi: I'll put Charlie deeper undersea than his film's competition!
A damn brontosaurus's demise was your high-point of drama;
What are rodent immigrants' woes against the Belinksys' saga?

Don Bluth:
Charlie: Cheech here's got less material than his slut girl's outfit!
Mrs. Brisby: Hey, here's an ice pick, Donnie; use it!
Charlie: Leave him going: "THEY KILLED FRITZ"!
Bluth: Relax, my pretties, for my secret comeback weapon's primed to go;
Bakshi, beware: she'll whoop, ka-pow, hi-yah, and kick your ass, sir!
Anastasia: …Yo, let's journey to the past; to Russia, early 20th Century,
Where the Bolshe- …I mean Rasputin's slain the royal clan, 'cept for me!
The avenger of my family and of Charlie's ticket sales,
This best princess from any non-mouse house is here, and kicking tail!
A DNA test will confirm it: Anya's schtick ain't no con's play.
I'll stomp on you until you're shattered; Heartlessly so, like Kanye!
I took flight from the Communist curse once upon a July, but I'll steadfastly see through this fight,
Letting loose haunting words to get your bodies tossing and turning in bed in the dark of the- (*Gunshot, bloody explosion*)

Ralph Bakshi:
There; we fixed your history!
Avatar: You're welcome, now; no need for thanks.
Bakshi: That movie might as well have told the happy story of Anne Frank!
Fritz: What kind of hypocrite would make that, then call out my not being dead?
Bakshi: Honestly, why couldn't you have stuck with shitty kiddie schlock instead?
I mean… The Pebble and the Penguin?
Avatar: Truth be told, it made me laugh…
Bakshi: A Troll in Central Park?
Fritz: Heh, real fucking intellectual…
Bakshi: Lying about the tragic execution of a seventeen-year-old girl?
Fritz, Avatar: Detestable!
Bakshi: To net your biggest profit, you sold out in terms of heart;
Rasputin never crossed the Romanovs, but you betrayed your art!
Now, Holli Would come out to play if she were needed, but in truth,
Enough's been said, so face the facts: you're our announcer's husband, Bluth!





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Eric Cartman:
Listen up, you worthless sack of protoplasm; here's the deal:
I've utter faith that I'll one-up you, and go platinum for real!
You're an evasive little pussy; I'm a doer, dropping bombs:
I'll whoop your ass a hundred times worse than that bitch you call your mom!
The Triple-K Grand Wizard's here to stick a thousand truths to y'all;
Imagining won't be required to make you suck my salty balls!
Just ask Saddam Hussein: my shocking words are verbal PK Thunder!
Come on down to South Park? You're gonna have a bad time, Mother-fucker!

Porky Minch:
Here's an eight-part melody of hate, you cardboard-cutout brat:
Abort your efforts like the spawn of your Satanic Rankin/Bass,
For I ain't cynical in saying that all I hear from you is crap;
If thunder's what you're spitting, you can call these raps my Franklin Badge!
A bigger pain inside your ass than a visit from aliens,
So shut your mouth before I open it like a Canadian's!
Make Minchmeat out of me? You're Andonuts if you think you could manage,
So buzz off, lest you be bitch-smacked with a "SMAAAASH!!" for mortal damage!

Eric Cartman:
That verse stunk worse than Eagleland's advertisements for your game;
Methinks the lines lost something in translation, kind of like your name!
This ain't your sanctuary, Pokey, and you'd best start running home,
'Cause pissing me off's poorly-thought-out as the schemes of undie-gnomes!

Porky Minch:
You're full of Poo, and no prince, either; more akin to Mr. Hankey.
Wrecking you rivals your mother, it's so easy; spanky-spanky!
I've rolled with blue-power groups, but they at least didn't worship Hitler!
You resent being labelled "fat", yet truly, your bone couldn't be littler.

Eric Cartman:
I HAVE FUCKING HAD IT WITH YOUR SHIT! Cartman means business, buddy:
I'll make you crap in your pants, and not as fear's byproduct, either,
Grind and cook your body up, á la Shakespeare at his most bloody,
And feed you to your own brother; I hear he's no Picky eater.
EarthBound? Trust me: you'd be HellBound, even if you were a Mormon;
You'll be finished by the count of Onett, Twoson, Threed, you whoreson!
I'm school's bottom-one-percent, but first in lyric-busting class,
So take your disses, make like Mr. Slave, and shove them up your ass!

Porky Minch:
Well, let's be honest: we're both corpulent, cruel creeps. Indeed, this match
Is like the Special Olympics: in either race, you finish last,
And you owe more to status quo than any boy band's debts, you freak;
Got the Ass-Burgers beaten out you by a girl, you're so damn weak!
Moonside's the only place I'd answer your dictations with a "yes";
I'm flowing with mach-speed delivery: Escargo Express-esque,
And that two-hundredth episode got screwed by Islamistic pressure,
But your fat face is the blasphemy they really ought to censor!

Eric Cartman:
I take back that "whoreson" line; I really meant: Streisand-begotten!
Man, I'll make a jackass of you swiftly as I did Bin Laden.
You seem pretty rich; your neighbors owe your folks a pretty penny,
But as rhyming skills go, your worth's pretty much on par with Kenny's!
Kenny: Hey man, leave me out of this, yo- (*Explodes for no reason*)
Cartman: Rats; that was inexplicable.
Your death, though, will be no shock; they'll say:
Kyle: Meh; that was predictable…
Cartman: You'll stop right in your tracks, but not to pose saying "fuzzy pickles",
Once my insults blow up in your face like bottle rocket missiles!

Porky Minch:
You put on a less appealing act than Butters' wack tap dancing;
Only half-ginger, yet of a soul, you haven't any fraction!
That'll make it all the easier to leave naught of you remaining,
When I send your mind and body into Mu, and not as training!

Eric Cartman:
Well, I'll tear into you 'til you can't stop crying bloody murder,
Then get drunk upon your tears as if my name was Mason Verger.
Go pig out on some fly honey, barf-head, 'cause it's plain to see
That I could beat you with one hand behind my back; J. Lo agrees!

Porky Minch:
You lived through getting thrown beneath the bus, but listen here, M'kay:
You'll be gone sooner than a hundred bucks in the investment fray!
You wanna Brawl with Porky? Better be prepared for consequences,
For I need no Mr. Saturn to break right through your defenses…
Mr. Saturn: ZOOM, BOING!
Porky: …Behold: I'm sporting heavy arms to heavy metal,
With an evil power on my side, though not your faggot devil.
Welcome to the womb of woe, wherein awaits your final fight;
You can consider yourself dead, and it's too late to make it right!

Mysterion: The evil in Minch's heart can be allowed to run rampant no longer, lest the great darkness he has awakened consume all of us. I, Mysterion, must intervene and- GAH(*Pushed off rooftop to his death*)

The Coon:
What are you, some future-wetback, trying to take my job away?
Well, I'm the only Chosen One who'll whack this pasty snob today!
Yes, it is I, the Coon, and I'll be giving you my autograph,
In claw-marks on your face through this barrage of my full-throttle wrath!

Porky Minch:
Boy, I'll drop you as hard as your own lame league! Props, though, on those garments:
The costume's spot-on; looks just as if you found it in the garbage.
Not-so-devious raccoon-ass; you should take a page from Sly,
Because I mean business for realsies, and I'm not your buddy, guy!

The Coon:
Here's some enlightenment, you rotten apple: you're as good as toast!
I'll go BP on you: drill through your brains, and that'll be all, folks;
Don't need my so-called "Friends" to burst your ego and your cockpit bubble!
Crossing me was where you fucked up; there, Hindsight: saved you some trouble.

Porky Minch:
What a waste of bars that was; still think you'll pull through all of this?
It's hard believing you believe that; you're like Scientologists!
You long-since butchered Clyde and pals, but playtime's really over now;
When I switch off this clunker's power, watch another surgeand how

Eric, Eric, Eric… wanna war against Giygas on mics?
Bitch, please; I outdo both Mewtwo and the Empire at counter-strikes!
A psychic psycho mama's boy who puts ol' Norman Bates to shame,
This otherworldly foe who'll cancel you for good ain't turning tame!
Chaos incarnate, I'm one far-off cry from that "Professor" whelp;
Send out a prayer? I'd like to see you try; they'll say:
Kyle: Go fuck yourself!
Giygas: The truth is crystal-clear, and unlike these backgrounds, I won't distort it:
If you fought my fetus, even then, I'd see your life aborted!
From one moviegoing misstep, to Itoi's nightmares, to yours,
To hippies, trees and traffic signs, my darkness spreads 'til all's absorbed,
And though my mind is shattered, you remain the bigger idiot:
Forget the form of my attack; you can't grasp how to flow for shit!

The Coon:
Come on; your bluffing's just like rape, 'cause none of it is getting past me!
…That being said, Minch, I'll admit that your new friend is rather ghastly,
But if "happy"'s how he's feeling, I won't let that stay for long…
Hey, C-Man, that red swirly guy's been talking shit about your mom!

WHAT; who dares blaspheme against the Blasphemy from which I spawned?!
I'm waking up to Call this fool out; screw it if the stars are wrong!
You puny Geek; didn't my cultists lay out what'll happen to you,
When straight outta R'lyeh, comes the eldritch mind-fucker, Cthulhu?
H. P. made me, but the rhymes I craft for you comprise pure hate:
You'll wish that I had simply eaten you, so grim will be your fate!
You're but a flower to me, and like that weird tale, I'll put you under;
Wouldn't dream of losing in a vigintillion years of slumber!
Watch me wreck your base to sounds of Starmen's screams and toppled stones;
I'm laying down more maddening words than any A. A.-authored tome!
Your grave's been dug, and it's a Deep One, like my pals in Dagon's Order;
I'll smash you between my palms, and label you The Sandwiched Horror.

Oh, get real, you overrated, mythos-title-hogging hack;
My unreal skills will burst your brains so bad, this time they won't grow back!
Derleth need not be at the helm for your defeat to be achievable:
You're just a big ol' squid; my cosmic terror is unspeakable!

Cthulhu fm'latgh hlirgh! You really have destroyed your mind;
Even against my Grim Adventures version, still you'd Trail behind!
We both know well that one immortal's life ends only by another,
And between us, there can be but one, so come and get me, sucker!

(*The two monsters clash; vision is engulfed by a massive, blinding burst of energetic light*)

Porky Minch:
Dang! It seems that either beast has dealt the other fatal wounds;
Convenient, really… Now, although I'd love to stay and seal your doom,
I've even bigger fish to fry than any Great Old One, and thus,
I leave you in the present, heading off to cause far-future-fuss…

Eric Cartman:
Oh, don't you try to exit-stage-left on me, coward; I've got more to say:
This battle won't be done 'til all respect my rap-authority!
My win can't wait, and so into deep-freezing I retire,
Chilling out for now, but come my waking, I'll be spitting fire…


…And, like Buck Rogers, the Time Child emerges from his frigid capsule
To engage his rival once more; now, where is that little rascal?
…Ah, you're right in front of me; get ready for round 2.0,
Because I'm back to- …holy David Blaine, have you let yourself go!

Porky Minch:
So, you've come here through space and time pursuing unfounded revenge, kid?
Oh my God; you're killing me with your sheer arrogance, you bastard!
Though you deemed your trip to Casa B. as worth its consequences,
I'll see to it you regret this; welcome to your final chapter!
I'm a king, with a utopian empire in my name;
The dopest Pig-Mask master since Jigsaw, I play the conquest game!
Just ask Fassad: my forces trump foes! Know your heart will break and rend,
But don't you dare start tearing up just yet; no crying until the end.

Eric Cartman:
How can you call this a utopia?! There's too many damn minorities;
You're King of Nowhere: how's that for a title of authority?
There'll be no safety from the PK Hate I'm launching at you:
Bomb-ass lyrics sick enough to topple even your wack statue!
Get up out of bed and fight me; you look like you're from Akira,
But I needn't follow suit and be a blob to fuck your rear up!
With or without godless otters, I bust triple-A-grade verses;
Your delivery's as mechanical as your robot-selves: nerveless!

Porky Minch:
Man, I'm pulling all the stops out; time to get apocalyptic:
In contrast to Mother 3's end, your demise will be explicit!
No chimera'll be required to see you instantly defeated,
So naturally, take after my Killer Cyborg's theme, and Beat It!

Eric Cartman:
I'll strike you in combos to these beats; unravel master plans!
You won't get far with me; your game couldn't even travel past Japan,
And I'll downsize you like its move from 64 to GBA
With words so Negative, they'll leave self-pitying ones all you can say!

Porky Minch:
Al Gore warned you of Manbearpig, and he was two-thirds-way correct:
I'll roast you like a lil' marshmallow; snap your nonexistent neck,
You dumb, malformed Ape! Saying you'd bring me down, you couldn't have been more wrong:
King P'll drop you from a hundred-story building; call you Kong!
My brittle, bed-bound body's broken after countless trips through time,
Yet I remain a towering force in terms of loosing thunderous rhymes!
Your fatty blood's unfit for spilling on my spider-legs, you schmuck;
I thusly let the Parka Man end this…
Kenny: Wait, Cartman?! What the fu- (*Multiple gunshots*)
Porky: Gah! My hit points fall toward zero, and I'm slowly losing breath,
But I've still one last trick, so don't get your hopes up on seeing my death,
For if you'd take sick joy in doing so, I'll keep you from that pleasure,
Even if it means my being deprived of this world's light forever…
(*Absolutely Safe Capsule activates*)

Eric Cartman:
Ha; Guess I didn't need Cthulhu to leave you in dark oblivion!
Hell, I'd take Ensenada over what you'll now be living in,
And hence, our duel concludes: I stand victorious; you're boned,
'Cause you just screwed yourself for good, and on that note, I'm going home…

…Wait a minute, my home doesn't exist anymore, and everyone I've ever known has been dead for centuries…






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Qin Shi Huang:
You've tackled doggies, sheep and pigs, but taken on my breed? You haven't,
For as Animals go, I'm an all-Eclipsing, mighty dragon!
My reign marks where Chinese history worth written record started,
And you face me In the Flesh, unlike the force by which I'm guarded!
You're on Thin Ice: troubled, Waters; can't turn back my conquest's tide.
Dave sings of Money's evils? I see all its units standardized,
And I know you wish Syd were here, but soon you'll share his wretched fate;
No way you'd win this, even with ol' Rick inputting worth his weight!
Now, heed this bit of education, 'cause it's plain you need it, pricks:
I paved the roads throughout a nation, while you followed yellow bricks!
I'm hardly one to talk to fish, but still I unified the seven;
Palpatine has nothing on this greatest emperor under Heaven!
You've seen your last blue sky once my blitzing disses hit, you suckers;
No one doubts I'll drop the bomb on you: just go and ask your mothers!
Down to business to defeat the Huang? You're facing certain doom,
And that's no mystery, so kneel and kiss the dark side of my moon!

Pink Floyd:
Roger Waters: We came in here to flow, so let's skip past the ambience and do this…
Nick Mason: Time to serve a tyrant's Final Cut less kindly still than Brutus!
Richard Wright: To withstand your disses comfortably, we need no numbing shots.
David Gilmour: Plus, how can you teach shit to us? You closed the Hundred Schools of Thought!
Mason: Our motors revved, we're drumming up a psychedelic thunderstorm;
You think your loss impossible, but swine take flight when we perform!
Authority's your heroin: you're always seeking More to gain,
Yet you're no dragon, but a nasty worm, who'll not damage our brains!
Wright: We're out of this world at our live shows, and the Russians can attest,
So just consider me the second Rick who'll lay you back to rest.
Your offing of your own half-brothers for their daddy's acts was heinous;
Fairer judgements have been passed down through the flaps of Roger's anus!
Waters: You've one fortified self-image, but Confucius say: you evil!
Man, you buried folks alive; it beats me how that's labelled "Legal".
Well, if "thought-controlling fascist" is the role you're gonna play,
I'll follow suit, goose-step into Xianyang, and hammer you today!
Gilmour: Your futile search for an elixir was a lifelong lapse of reason;
Might as well have tried to learn to fly, from Penglai's summit leaping!
You OD'd on mercury without an heir announced decisively,
And that castrated cad's conspiracy doomed your whole dynasty!
Wright: This meteoric verse heralds our smashing you forever!
Mason: We pack such a potent punch, just purge the "Pink" and add "Mayweather".
Gilmour: Your grave crimes come to eleven when you touch that microphone…
Waters: …And we don't need no crappy raps!
All: Hey, emperor, leave them beats alone!

Qin Shi Huang:
You really are for stoners: only they'd think those lines written well;
There's more of substance within minute one of The Division Bell!
Those who would Meddle with my might had better come prepared for war;
I'll tear apart your "opus" brick by boring brick like Paramore!
Back when I took the throne at thirteen, it was only the beginning;
Now, my legend runs so deeply, still they've yet to finish digging!
Make like light-waves coming through your prism: undergo dispersal.
You're a fractured, self-confessed spent force; my legacy's eternal!

Pink Floyd:
Waters: Our Wall symbolizes one man's inner-pain and isolation…
Gilmour: Yours is built on mounds of human bones; a vain abomination!
Wright: Its construction cost so many lives, to list out all their names…
Mason: …Would take its own Wall that'd put the 'Nam Memorial to shame!
Gilmour: Our legacy is diamond-certified, ceaselessly shining on.
Waters: Your biggest advocate in current times is Mao Goddamn Zedong!
Mason: Man, had it not been for the Ming, naught of your "Great" Wall would remain.
Wright: No escorts will be harmed as we strike like four British Zhang Liangs!

Qin Shi Huang:
I joined two rivers; best believe I'll make these verbal blows connect:
My "cruel" world wonder's never saying goodbye, but you'll be getting wrecked!
You're but rag dolls before my majesty; you'd better Run Like Hell:
The true Wall-master's gonna snatch you up and toss you out like Zelda!

Pink Floyd:
Mason: With our backs against the Wall, it's do-or-die, so let's deliver!
Gilmour: We'll quicksilver-dunk your ass, then sail off on the Endless River!
Wright: Stick to shooting giant fish in your last days, you sorry devil…
Waters: …For the verdict of your Trial's written:
All: Mene, mene, tekel.

Wright: …Oh yeah, take that!
Gilmour: Heh, doesn't look like his highness is coming back from that one; guess we win…
Mason: …So, um, why isn't it going to the outro?
Waters: Say, good question… Hey, Moleman, isn't this where-
(*Obnoxiously loud fanfare; trumpets*)

Donald Trump: So, I've heard you guys are into building Walls…

Announcer: (*Snoring; wakes up*) UUUUHHH… HUH? OH SHIT!
(*Tries to physically kick Trump out; is automatically repelled and sent flying away by his awesomely stupid invincibility aura of stupid awesomeness*)

Donald Trump:
Think you can simply fire the Donald from a war of Walls? That's cute;
What, were you gonna bring in Mr. Garrison to substitute?
I've got a knack for crashing parties as an uninvited guest;
If trying to mess with me, make unlike Mexico, and bring your best!
With even my fast food fix famous, in the meme world, I'm a god;
Damn-nearly soloed that campaign trail, so don't you tell me the odds!
Though some would protest my appointment to the presidential gig,
I'll win this popularly, even with the system rigged!
Waters: You pig!
Trump: You'd knock me for the alt-right's words, implying their bigotry's my sin?
If that's the case, I'm looking at the founders of the Hammerskins!
Your cavalcade of animation, more deplorable than Seth's,
Looks as if Disney's Renaissance artists Scarfed down a brick of meth!
I mean, come on; a giant butt?! And they say my court noms are wack…
Now, kiss your labor force goodbye, Zheng, 'cause those jobs, I'm taking back!
It's no mere gossip, many folks saying I'll come out on top for real,
For your weak Walls can't stump the Trump; just call me Donald Copperfield.
Would you like to see America made great again, my friends?
All you have to do is follow the Trump…
(*Ominous fanfare accompanied by chants of "Build the Wall!" proceed to escalate, until suddenly and with a crescendo, a voice yells "STOP!"*)

Ronald Reagan:
Reagan time!
You bit my old schtick bigly, and I'd say it's a word-crime
That you didn't specify you'd make this country great for the third time!
You're such a quack while lashing out, I ought to call you Donald Duck,
But me? I'm Prouder, Stronger, Better; Faster too, you daffy punk!
An Able Archer firing verses and proficient as a pitcher,
I'm the one-man Winning Team who'll take this battle for the Gipper!
Better as an actor? Hardly: the antithesis of Arnie,
Busting Walls like Foster-lusting-Taxi-Driven plots to harm me!
When the Time for Choosing comes, I landslide-bury Challengers,
But when disaster strikes, I'm ready to address with valiant words.
The PATCO folks know well: I let no striking-out against me fly;
If there's a bear up in your woods, to tame that sucker, I'm the guy!
Just ask Gaddafi: I drop bombs on demagogues aggressively,
And even if I lost my legs, you couldn't best the rest of me,
'Cause Morning in America's more like midnight with you as head,
So quit fit-throwing, you orangutan; it's time to go to bed!

Donald Trump:
Hey, don't you label my agenda as some wack empire of evil;
Man, your "Star Wars" plan was dumber than how Lucas handled prequels!
If you'd turn back to the left side, making Trump your enemy,
You'll find you're headed for a loss as utter as your memory's!

Ronald Reagan:
And there you go again, with reckless, tasteless insults! It's appalling:
So much rolls off from your head's top, it's no wonder why you're balding!
I united left and right; with your divisive ass, we'll fall,
So Mr. Gorbachev, take it away, now…
Mikhail Gorbachev: TEAR DOWN THE WALL!!!

(*Gorbachev's voice echoes thunderously as Trump's, Qin's and Pink's Walls are all demolished, along with an as-of-yet unspecified, previously unmentioned, additional Wall…*)

Trump: My border!
Qin Shi Huang: My legacy!
Waters: My… ah well, it was an unhealthy coping mechanism anyway.
Gilmour: Say, um, what exactly was up with that fourth Wall that just came down?
Deadpool: Hrm, good question… Ooh, maybe we should ask our lovely viewers out there in the real world!
Reagan: Shut up, Wade; you're not in this. Anyway, I guess Mikhail and I may have gotten a little carried away back there, but I wouldn't worry too much; after all, what's the worst possible thing a Wall like that could have been keeping out?

(*Three horn-blasts*)

White Walkers:
Night King: You're all but children of the Summer, knowing nothing of true fear,
But brace yourselves: I bring with me a storm, for Winter's finally here,
And know it's one of discontent for all who walk among the living…
White Walkers: Though the song we sing is one of ice, hot fire's what we're spitting!
Night King: All resistance will be shattered when we launch our final onslaught!
White Walker #1: Even dual-wielding Longclaws, you couldn't squash us by a long shot!
White Walker #2: No one here is fat, so we won't hesitate to bring the violence…
Night King: …Though I'd like to see the Donald try denying this change in climate!
While fools fight and die for chairs, we play the Game of Thrones as griefers…
White Walkers: Valar morghulis!
Night King: Indeed; not just eventually, either,
'Cause I plan that for today, the words of Syrio be damned!
White Walker #1: Think that Stark boy can stand against us?
White Walker #2: He can't even fucking stand!
Night King: When our dead army comes for you, don't try and bother with the door,
For once the Long Night falls, you lackwits Can't Hold Us!
White Walker #1: Think Macklemore!
Night King: Our frigid scourge, like wildfire, inextinguishably spreading,
You'll all be betrothed to death!
White Walker #2: It's a nice day for a White Wedding!

(*Record scratch*)
Lich King Hans: Old Gods dammit, guys, how many times do I have to tell you: no more senseless rampaging?! I can't exactly earn the respect I deserve as a benevolent king and world leader if my subjects keep going around slaughtering people!
Night King: But, boss, we're the undead; that's kind of what we're supposed to-
Hans: Yes, yes, I know: you say it's "in your nature", I say it's auto-stereotyping.
Grr… why did I ever agree to wear this stupid helm in the first place?
Tyrion: Hey, I told you so!
Hans: Oh, shut up; you are talking to the Lich King!
Tyrion: …And now I've struck the Lich King! Did my hand fal- (*Hand falls off*)
…Well, fuck.
Hans: Uuughh… Zombies is the craziest peoples…



I DECIDE!!!!!!

MOLEMAN'S EPIC RAP BATTLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Winnie the Pooh:
It's a tale of two kids icons, from the 'hood to the Hund- (*Record scratch, screen goes dark*)
…Oh, bother…

Lemony Snicket: I am sorry to inform you that this is not the epic rap battle you will be viewing; the battle you are about to see is extremely unpleasant: so much so, in fact, that Papa Mole himself has been rendered too upset and traumatized by its creation to be able to properly present it. Listen closely, and you just might even hear his tormented brooding right now…


Lemony Snicket: …Thus, I, Lemony Snicket, am regretfully here to present to you the following display of vile, fiendish depravity…

Moleman's Epic Rap Battles!

Judge Doom…


…Count Olaf!


Count Olaf:
Snicket warning, right up-front: don't get your hopes up, even slightly;
Why don't you do right, make like the baby Baudelaire, and bite me?
Flowing seamlessly as my eyebrows with Very Fierce Delivery,
I'll start a rapping fire, roasting you like a rotisserie;
R. K. Maroon you on the trolley rails, tied up and screaming:
A setup that's sure to give the "Red Car" label a new meaning!
Well, I've heard you plan dismantling that very means of transit,
But forget it: it's Toontown; don't try to Noah Cross me, damn it!
I'm an actor, not a herpetologist, but here's the deal:
The venom in the rhymes I spit's incredibly deadly for real!
They'll fuck you up, my wicked words! This be the verse of your undoing;
My triumph is like your greatest feat of heinousness: a shoe-in!
It's no Great Unknown: your loss will go on haunting you for years,
The echoes of my beastly disses bombinating through your ears!
Top-billing villain, I'm the illest, a word which here means "spectacular";
A skillful killer, this Count's the blood-spillingest since Dracula!

Judge Doom:
You're off to quite a Bad Beginning there; be careful, creep:
In me, you've got as much to fear as your neurotic Meryl Streep!
When I'm presiding, cartoon smiles give way to overwhelming horror,
So flee, Olaf; to beef with me is something not worth melting for.
Your stalking schtick Jim Carreyed on through thirteen novels? That's insane;
You'd last a trilogy at most if they wrote Poe with half a brain!
You're greatly played up as nefarious; the plights you wrought: precarious,
But I'd say dressed in drag was Shirley when you were your scariest!
Think I'll fall for some haircut, shave and two-bit costume? Hardly;
There's more masterful disguises on display with Dana Carvey!
I've met more intimidating babies, pushed around in strollers;
Man, you look and act like Dumb-Ass, the long-lost sixth Toon Patroller!
Though alone, I'll still out-weasel you and your whole wretched troupe;
Your only chance: to make me laugh to death at your ineptitude!
The caustic rhymes that I'm concocting will be your final solution;
Our duel: your ultimate peril, with definitive dénouement!

Count Olaf:
Yeah, you set up Roger Rabbit, and your plan was super-nasty,
But the best-remembered frames were when his wife flew from that taxi!
Your weak burns can't censor me, so show some damn respect to me,
Before I make this place the theater of your craniectomy!
The world is quiet where I'm up onstage; all heed when I perform.
Your shoddy showmanship sucks harder than a Lachrymose leech swarm,
With lyrics ill-articulated as my main man's either hand is,
So drive off on that freeway of yours, hit eighty-eight, and vanish!

Judge Doom:
Let your mouth stop running, Genghis; I'll not put up with being scolded
By a freak who'd wed and patty-cake with a fourteen-year-old kid!
Just like that "play", know the judgement I pass here is real and final:
I'll summarily harpoon you; never cared much for fair trials.
You're a Sham, threats emptier than Book the Sixth's elevator,
Full of boasts about as credible as that Punctilio paper;
Loonier than any Toon, if still believing that you'll win!
Even your squalid girlfriend knows you're out; the all-black look is in!

Count Olaf:
You'll soon fall flat, and then be flattened as my lines steamroll you over;
No amount of luck will keep you safe, so keep your four-leaf clover.
Parting on a sour note, now, pardon if this sounds off-key…
…But you've met your doom, and I am very fortunate indeed!

Baron Von Rotten:
…Remember me; when I scarred children like your books pretend you could?
I've got a sharp eye out for openings to finish you for good!
You never got those kids' dough, but I'll steal your life like infants' candy;
I'm the Man! What, don't believe me? Just ask my old co-star, Bambi!
Valiantly though you may try, you'll never pack the punch to stop me:
I rank number one in Rottenness; you're more akin to Robbie!
You can count on the Count going down for the count when he tries to step up to me,
For he'll find that I'm far worse than just the way some artist drew me!

Count Olaf:
Though your gloves are off, don't think me left helpless to your devices;
I'll see your true form, and raise you the most ghastly of my guises…
Baron Von Rotten: What's this, some ploy to distract from your choking? Ha, you must be drunk; you're joking!
Count Olaf: Oh, I've not been drinking, but you'll shortly find that I am

The Mask:
To let my loss be how the story goes here, I refuse;
Now, any bombs you drop on me, however spicy, I'll defuse,
For with the god of mischief on my side, I'm primed for striking back:
A Dark Horse victory, unleashing Ragnarök upon this hack!
An Oscar-worthy riot rocking this zoot suit, I've mastered fun;
You're as exciting as Ben Stein, and charming as my bastard Son!
For my gag-arsenal, your wack-ass Acme gadgetry's no match;
Call me the Masque of the Green Death, and know your party's getting crashed!
Forget a softie PG-13 schtick; I won't be holding back, see:
Think a little less Tex Avery, and a whole lot more Ralph Bakshi!
When you try to dance with me, you're gonna go chick-chicky-BOOM;
Watch me out-damage-deal your dismal Dip with nothing but balloons!
I've got the Power like Nintendo, and this time things won't fall through:
There'll be no bouncing back from this; no chance of resurrecting you!
Pinhead, your hopes went down the drain the moment Big Head showed up onstage:
Though you hail from funny papers, I'll put your face on the front page!

(*Baron Von Rotten is sent falling backward into a nearby giant printing machine; as he falls, he launches his arm-saw blade at Olaf: it hits him squarely in the face, tearing away the Mask and sending him falling back as well. As a newspaper with the headline "PSYCHOPATHIC TOON KILLED IN FREAK ACCIDENT" emerges from the printing press, Count Olaf plunges into a rather inexplicably-placed body of water, and everything goes dark. Next we see, he has awoken within a dark woodland environment…*)

Count Olaf:
Now, this, I hadn't counted on; have I plunged down some rabbit hole?
This forest seems to be some foreign realm, and it's no Sugar Bowl,
But Baron Batshit Bug-Eyes breathes no more, so though completely lost,
I've proven, still, that no cad's badder than this loathsome, lean, mean boss!

The Beast:
Tra-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la;
You'd be wise to beware, for the Beast's rhymes are raw!
You're naught but a babe here in my woods; unfit to stay afloat,
Because you rap like Jason Funderburker's stuck down in your throat!
I'm all about that operatic bass, and I'll beat you, no trouble:
Snooze and dream of happy clouds as you're ensnared; save us a struggle.
Ask Elijah Wood: I'm chilling as all nine Ringwraiths combined;
Think you surpass me in the Vile Fiend Domain? You've lost your mind!
All hope will shortly follow suit, and then your wayward soul, I'll burn;
You'll have the sun inside a teacup sooner than you're home-returned,
For I'm the greatest Unknown-Beast, no question, period, The End:
A dream of besting me can't be achieved, so don't even pretend!
Get it through your molasses-slow potato of a feeble head:
What this Sam Ramey does with trees is sicker than The Evil Dead!

Count Olaf:
Ah, what a lovely bunch of lies; by those stale raps, I'll not be swayed:
I'll spit some funky freshness, melting them away like Adelaide!
You took a page or eight from Slendy, but your chance is slimmer still:
I'll soon succeed where Gaston failed, and bag myself one Beastly kill,
You big, black, sluggish tortoise! I'm the hare, but won't stop in my tracks,
And on your boasts, I've heard more truthful claims from rocks, and that's a fact!
Think you can have your Woodsman cut me down? Though his axe may be deadly,
He's no threat to me; Hell, I've killed one Chris Lloyd today already!

The Beast:
Seems I've sold you slightly short; perhaps we ought to make a deal:
Yield, and I may yet let your bones live on out in the potter's field.
Surrender not, though, and you'll face a fate distinctly more Infernal,
Trapped forever as a gnarled husk like Dante's Seventh Circle!

Count Olaf:
I heard from a little birdie, named like Lemony's Lenore,
That you're fueled by but fear and Treachery: a coward; nothing more!
With that in mind, I'll make this Hallow's Eve your final Holy Night:
Your number's up, Beast; call me Yzma, 'cause I'm snuffing out your light!
The Beast: Nooooooooo

(*The dark forest scene fades to white, and Count Olaf awakens from the water, gasping for breath. Climbing up out of the pool, he is quick to notice that the environment now surrounding him is still clearly not the normal world, and having nowhere else to go, he makes his way over toward the only visible house in the vicinity…*)

Count Olaf:
What otherworldly place is this, now? Though the gardens here are pretty,
Something feels distinctly off, and I must get back to the city.
I suppose I should consult whomever lives behind this door
On reaching home again to reign as king of cruel forevermore!

The Beldam:
This is ten percent love, ten percent ill-will,
Thirty percent coercion as I prep for the kill,
Fifty percent hunger to satisfy my pangs,
And zero chance what's left of you'll even remember your name!
This It-girl doesn't clown around! Be Penny-wise: know you can't fight me, son,
For I'm a straight-up giant; don't you even think you might be one!
Unlike my so-called "husband", I'm the one who does the playing
While making up this needle-sharp rap song about your coming slaying!
Nothing can save you, brother, from an Other Mother's rhyming spree;
I'll gouge your peepers plus your ankle, lock you up, and eat the key!
The background choirs here sing gibberish, but this much is nonsense-free:
You're living in an other other world if thinking you'll beat me!
Any koumpounophobe will tell you: I'm the biggest button-pusher,
Though I coat nightmares with sugar, while you're subtle as a butcher!
Gaiman's wackest wicked witch, I'm worse than Stardust's or The Sandman's,
'Cause I prey on little kids and pluck their eyes out like the Sandman!

Count Olaf:
Listen, Mrs. Oogie Boogie: dissing me's one risky wager;
Were I you, I'd sew my own mouth shut to do us both a favor.
Cross my path, and I'll blindside you like some cat's claws in your face;
Prove such a pain in your giraffe-neck that you'll have to wear a brace!
I need no adder stone to see the holes in all your empty claims,
And leave you whiter in the face than my two homegirls from your shame!
Like all that you produce, your threat is mere illusion; all for show,
And I'm more terrified of Sparky as Tim Burton's monsters go!

The Beldam:
Tim Burton didn't make Coraline, you sack of rats; what have you snorted?!
"Why were you born?" Here's a better question: why weren't you aborted?
I'm a Vicious Fairy Devilmother, stopping all your motion;
May have one hand down a well, but you're in deep as any ocean!

Count Olaf:
Though I've only just moved in here, you'll find me quite fast-adapting,
But this starving spirit-con-artist's mimicry's rather lacking,
'Cause you're nothing like my mother! Namely, you aren't even dead,
But here, I'll fix that: time to play some darts; the bullseye is your head!
The Beldam: Gaaaaaaaaahhhh

(*All color drains from the Beldam's poisoned body, and she crumbles to dust as her created world, entailing everything surrounding both her and her killer, begins rapidly collapsing into oblivion as well. Seeing this, Count Olaf frantically tries to find a way out before he too is consumed into nothingness, and locates a newly-opened dimensional portal apparently created as a result of the dying realm's rapidly growing instability, into which he climbs. He next finds himself floating in a seemingly infinite abyss of shifting colors, abstract shapes and amorphous energies…*)

Count Olaf:
What cursed manner of dimension's this, which I must now traverse?
A seething void beyond time-space itself, this must be Hell, or worse,
Yet as I face this fate, I know: my villainy outdoes all others'!

Bill Cipher:
Well, you've yet to meet the author of your final chapter, brother!
Set out on a Cipher Hunt, and you're the one who'll turn to stone,
Your frozen form then being discarded; you're unfit to serve my throne!
Once my all-seeing eye's set upon you, there's no hiding from my schemes:
You won't find refuge even in your most Vastly Fantastic Dreams!
Your flat act's boring as my homeworld, and I'll burn you just the same,
Straight-nuking your ass Dr. Strangelove style, and we'll not meet again!
A loss you won't forget if hit by some McGucket neuralyzer:
Next to me, you're but an infant; no time-travelled giant, either!
Your crap crew's weak-willed and faithless; my Henchmaniacs are myriad!
In terms of nightmare-fuel, I'm highest-tier on the Fearamid!
Nobody orders me; my very nature is anarchical:
Try fighting this triangle, man, and get smashed into particles!

Count Olaf:
So, you know lots of things? Well, that phrase here means far from "all",
For you don't grasp your situation's gravity; you're gonna fall!
You think the stars' alignments on your side? I'd deeply beg to differ:
There's no way you'll stump this Hydra when you couldn't kill little Dipper!
Journals, hieroglyphs and dollars may all have your image plastered,
But I'd say the one place you belong is on a jar of Planters,
And for all your weirdness, what's confusing me is showing hate
To he who slew your rival for arch-demon of the Oregon state!

Bill Cipher:
The Beldam's Hell-damned by your hand, but if you think that earns you slack,
You're bubbled up in Olafland, where you've a Blind Eye turned to facts!
Yet, you impress me; though this may seem a one-eighty, I'm being honest.
Thus, I offer you a truce: here, take my hand, and let's shake on it!

Count Olaf:
But of course!
Bill Cipher: Ha ha; you fool! I now control your inner-psyche…
Count Olaf: Well now, it seems you've found its contents much too spicy!
Say your prayers: it's time to shatter you with one punch like Saitama;
Bring you back, not even some wack Aztec salamander's gonna.
Bill Cipher: !drow yb gnitanretla ,drawrof srettel eerht ,kcab srettel eerhT

(*The nightmare realm glitches out and fades away with its master's destruction, and Count Olaf is conveniently dropped off back at the battle's starting location in the human world, much to his delight…*)

Count Olaf:
Clearly, Bill didn't hear my theme song; shouldn't have looked at utter darkness.
Now, I'm back home, and it's settled: no scoundrel out there's more heartless!
Thus, this series of events ends with my hard-earned victory:
No dastard's mastery beats me!

Uncle Grizzly:
What about me, Grizzly? Yeah!
I show kids gruesome tales where children die, and I'm a total- (*Inexplicably bursts into flames*)

Kefka Palazzo:
Hwa, ha ha, ho, hoo hoo hoo!
You're an all-Forsaken Goner, facing personal apocalypse;
Unworthy of sand-licking off the very boots I'll stomp you with!
An oh-so-wicked-humored, nihilistic intellectual,
I unbalanced the Earth's Terrains, and shook the skies, Celestial!
My tier of skill's Divine; opposing me's no Comedy,
'Cause when I want to watch the whole world burn, no joke, I do it properly!
I'm last of the Empire, and the one-and-only God of Ruin:
Casting down my light, exposing hope as a facade; illusion!
Don't think me the mere stuff of some Caligari freakshow,
For I'm far more fierce than any lion: just ask General Leo!
Gestahl knows well how true villains handle useless, aging posers;
In sheer cruelty, I surpass you thrice, nay, make that six times over!
You may be one nasty son of a Gorgonian submariner,
But my hate, hate, hate, hate, HATRED level's North of Roger Ebert's!
Gamers screamed out by the hundreds as I laughed at Doma's doom,
And if you think your poison plot was worse, then you're the one on 'shrooms.

Count Olaf:
That Magitek's screwed up your brain, and you're without compassion hence,
But stop dismissing all self-help, and read up on some fashion sense!
The only diadem you're worthy of's your own enslaving crown;
Without Ted Woolsey, you'd just translate to an irritating clown!

Kefka Palazzo:
The Goddess, Fiend and Demon stood deadlocked until they lost their might to me;
The warring of this dyad, though, will be resolved decisively!
Once Dancing Mad, I can't be matched; like life, your fight is futile:
I'm an eightfold dragon, elements-imbued, you tiny Moogle!
Vector's Formidable Deputy, from there, my status zoomed:
Six-Winged Angel while that white-haired pretty boy was in the womb!
What I destroyed couldn't be Returned, even when I was slain and crumbled,
And the same goes for your roasted ego after this rogue royal rumble!

Who Won?

Who's Next?

I Decide!

Lemony Snicket: …Yes, I: Lemony Snicket. As of right now, this series is permanently under new manageme- GAH!
(*Punching noises*)


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David Xanatos:
Exactly per my plan, I'm repping Disney's darkest small-screen opus,
Where, unlike the dopes from Hunchbackour Gargoyles are the dopest!
Foxy ladies look to me as leader of the Pack, for real;
The only times I'm the red: while sporting solid stacks of steel!
Don't even bother if the taking of Manhattan's what you covet,
For you think you're Jason Voorhees, yet you're closer to a Muppet!
Owen knows that I don't give a Puck about mere whims, shortsighted;
To the league I'm in, just like the Brotherhood, you aren't invited!
Watch me terminate you faster than those censors did your alias,
'Cause even Trump thinks your "Apprentice" program is the craziest!
The grinder of your gears, and not just those up in your hideout,
Stopping you stone-cold right in your tracks, regardless of the light out!
Ask Lex Luthor if he knows me, you half-vantablack-masked hack,
And also: Doctor Doom just called for you; he wants his robots back!
Though I've brought castles past the clouds, you'll never rise above my level;
You'd be nothing but a skeleton without your pal, the Devil!

So you think I've got an evil mind? Indeed. I'll tell you, David:
Walking barefoot into Hell's what facing Slade is.
Be a Weisman and relent; your game's a sucker's like revenge.
Defeat-ensured, you're cursed; you'll never break me in a thousand ages,
Because this is war, and war… war never changes.
TV Tropes calls you a Gambit-ace like Remy with his cards,
But cast your stone at this Goliath, and it's you who's falling hard.
Your enterprises money-maxed, more green's on you than any Changeling,
But I'm Haunting; an undying nightmare from which there's no Awakening!
Though best-known for ass-kicking in a clash of teenage jerkoffs,
Your attacks on wack past-blasts, I'll also match; check me in Turok!
Get it through your Cinderblock: I'll Overload you 'til your brains are Plasma,
Boiling your blood; I hit the mark with every Skathing stanza!
But one-tenth my brain could still outdo your dirty tricks,
'Cause I'm a one-in-seven-billion; you're a one-in-thirty-six!
Your little club should have Illuminated you to what's in store:
When my contract's fulfilled, you'll draw breath, quoth the Raven, nevermore,
And though to drag that broad through mud is Terra's job, don't be forgetting
How I did to her birthday what Walder did to Tully's wedding!
Follow daddy's lead: find other fish to fry out in the sea;
Like Plankton, I'll thwart your whole alphabet of plans, from A to Z!

David Xanatos:
It's lyrical speed chess, you pawn, and I'm preparing for checkmate here;
Know Macbeth agrees: my words could pass for something out of Shakespeare!
Fully-bearded from the start, I'll grow from there until unrivaled:
They're alive, my raps; alive! All yours are cold-dead-on-arrival.
Any message you have left for me is going undelivered
When my verbal volley, Wilson, Casts Away your ass forever!
Doctor Light became a joke, but they made you into a rapist;
Zone-tan had her work cut out, your bad touch vibes were so outrageous.
Don't be shocked, but you're the quarry on whom I'll soon drop the hammer,
Hatefully as any Klansman; you'll be permanently shattered!
Was Goliath Chronicles a mess? Though "yes" may be the answer,
At least we didn't all mutate into some chibi network-cancer!

Guess you're going for a gambit of the Thanatos variety,
For once you dare to Go there, things can only turn out violently.
Your threats are as authentic as the "you" in Future Tense:
I see through them like Robin's Red X getup; takes no super sense.
With those "New" Titans' mass-malignment, I wouldn't wish them harrowed worse;
That's why I no-showed my so-called "Return" and joined the Arrowverse!
You face a fiend more fly than your backwards Bizarro-bastard, stoked
To send you far from Avalon with his most deadly master-stroke!





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Tara Markov:
My name is Terra, and I'm here to rock the wizard world tenaciously;
Watch me command the microphone with utmost double-agency!
I'm powered with supremacy; the very Earth bends to me,
So watch your mouth, or this'll go down as your worst memory!
I was on my own, performing hits out on the street,
While your cuckolded ass was dangling upside-down by your feet!
I'm Terra-forming raps so venomous, you can't recover;
Snuffing out your wack Patronus like Bambi's mother!
Oh, Snivellus: if only someone out there loved you;
Shame Lily'd never let you Slytherin her muddy, bloody snatch!
I solemnly swear: ending you for good is what I'm up to,
Marauding all over these beats, I'll wipe your name right off the map!
Though Prongs saved you from Moony, I'm the Wolfman work who'll see you finished:
When my rhymes erupt, they'll set your ass on fire, like it's Quidditch!
Don't look for the reagents, which do not exist,
That you'd need to concoct a comeback half as hot as this!

Severus Snape:
Ah, yes: Miss Markov, our newest teenage prodigy;
Now watch me knock her off her perch like it's the Titanomachy!
I see what's up in your warped mind, not to be tattling off;
What, did you think that I'd be blind? You aren't battling Toph!
There's naught mysterious about it: you're a ticking time bomb;
A Cursed Child, just about as Terrible as Trigon,
And you're three times a bigger bitch than any corridor guard,
But try to Terra-ize me, and you're gonna Die Hard!
Pussy Pryde's about to find that this professor spits Uncannily:
Life isn't fair, but I'll see that you're beaten evenhandedly!
You've no defense against the dark artistry of my verses,
For your crimes are unforgivable as any killing curse is!
Don't expect you'll hit your mark, stone-throwing at me from afar,
When your best-written adaptations missed the point of what you are!
Like Sectumsempra, my sharp words will cut you deep until you're minced,
And this whole battle's the property of the Half-Blood Prince!

Tara Markov:
Well, Harry says that you're the bravest, but I'd say you've got a death wish,
If this Markovian Half-Blood Princess is one you'd mess with!
Go ingest your potions straight up your posterior hole,
'Cause even next to Gabe himself, I'm the superior Mole!
Methinks your little book of tricks could use some further annotation;
I'm ousting you from your station, so brace for defenestration!
You'll need more than Liquid Luck to stand against my solid might;
The aftershock of this'll wreck you like that fateful Hallows' Night!

Severus Snape:
I'm twice the nature-force this sour sixteen, chain-smoking skank is:
Watch me work my magic Mojo, and you'll know just what my rank is.
Like the seventh movie's posters, know there's nowhere safe to hide
When I go harder than the diamond Beast Boy thought you were inside!
This Terra's heart couldn't be more dark if Xehanort possessed her;
She never saw the new Millennium, and won't last one semester
Of my private lecturing on why she's rotten to the bone!
There's just no future for this wretched thing, unless we count her clone!
They gave your Two-Faced ass a hero's funeral like Harvey Dent,
But there's no doubt you're burning down below: just see when Harley went!
Take off those leather pants, you hooker; this ain't the cartoon.
Spoiler alert: Snape kills this dumb blonde whore; leaves her parts strewn!
Man, you let Slade into your chamber; it's an open secret
That he fucked you like an animal, though Gar won't believe it,
And I'm not a Basilisk, nor do they call me Jericho,
So look me in the eyes, and tell me that you'd been Imperio'd!
Tara Markov: Well, you could say I-
Snape: I was being rhetorical, you flipping whore,
And just for speaking out of turn, that's fifty points from Gryffindor!
Neville Longbottom: But this girl's not even a student!
Snape: Oh, who cares? It's year five,
And you'll still thank me at the end, when Harry Potter is alive!

Tara Markov:
In truth, I wasn't drugged or brainwashed, though you surely must be high;
That's right: this sorcerer is stoned, and he can go ahead and try
To shame me all he wants, but still, I've absolutely no regrets, sir!
Beast Boy: …Even after all this time?
Tara: Nope, never!
You can't fade away the hate my hard heart harbors for heroics,
'Cause it's Black as Night, for Sirius, and I ain't scared to show it!
Now look me right in the eyes; I want the boss to see it clearly
As I savor severing the ass of Severus severely!

Severus Snape:
Turn to page thirty-seven of Annual number three,
Where they spell out the true psychosis, plain for everyone to see,
Of Bad Luck Tara: shakes the continental shelf,
Intent on killing everybody; kills nobody but herself.
They say that Rowling wrote a finer romance in one chapter
Than Miss Meyer's whole entire four-book disaster,
But hey, give Twilight some credit, for in fact,
It's still a better love story than The Judas Contract!





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Twilight Sparkle:
Behold, the Princess Twilight's second coming to the microphone;
There's a dimension beyond Azarath: you're entering my zone!
Though I'm the mare here, it's this gray bitch who ain't what she used to be;
The girl's stark Raven mad, her future holding naught but lunacy!
I need no help to win the rapping crown when I deliver flows:
There's no way you could be my equal; even Starlight Glimmer knows!
I'll school this wack witch like the Mad Mod; send her back down to her maker!
Soaring high as I attack a Titan, call me Eren Yeager.
The prime princess's prized protégé, prodigiously artful;
Hatching verses like…
Spike: Fuck yeah, sparkle, sparkle, sparkle!
Twilight: Why should I be wary of your powers, let alone your waffles,
When your glut of episodes makes Generation Three look thoughtful?
Besting me takes more than luck, and you aren't Jinxed; you simply suck!
Come right on at me with them legs, and still I'll break you when I buck!
Tell Puffy AmiYumi their song needs rewriting on the double,
For I'd sooner call on Beavis and Butt-Head to solve my troubles!

This day is going to be perfect, so forever hold your peace,
'Cause you're out of your element; disharmonious with these beats!
No form of friendship you could forge can match my magic when we duel,
And keep your prestidigitation, too; by tricks, I won't be fooled!
It's striking Midnight for you, Sparkle; your defeat's a certainty:
This wroth Roth's your worst Nightmare, putting out your lights eternally!
No Shining Armor can protect when I project my astral raps,
Igniting you like Rapidash, until your rancid asshole's ash!
I mean what I say, and your fans might think that it's a crying shame,
But I'll force your cessation more abruptly than your fighting game!
Write to Celestia and tell her that today, you learned what happens
When you diss someone who's earned their cred, unlike those wings you're flapping!
This mutated Mary Sue's just sprung my verbal booby trap:
Straight-shattering your Crystal Heart, I'll wipe you off the Cutie Map!
Your future self ought to have warned you facing me would spell disaster,
For I'm Tara Stronger than you, Twi; the Garnet to your Jasper!

Twilight Sparkle:
Well, I'm made of love and tolerance, but that ain't funny, Raven;
You're a Mumbo Jumbo-spewing, useless little bunny, Raven!
Wanna reignite the flames from when they gave me wings like Red Bull?
That card's been almost as overplayed as you on C.N'.s schedule!
Shutting down your whole reboot for good, I spit it truly raw;
My words will sweep you up and leave you stranded on the moon!
Spike: Shalla!
Twilight: I bet you would marry a Changeling; yeah, you've got that beastie fetish,
But the only horse you're beating is your series' long-dead premise.

Man, you're just like your balloon: filled up with nothing but hot air,
And just as well, I'll effortlessly burst your bloated derriére!
Read my revision of Rapunzel, and you'll know I'm tough as nails;
Even your cutie mark is telling you: screw destiny, and bail!
I'm Dazzling as any siren, stepping up to stick it to ya';
Hear demonic hallelujahs, and I'll blast you with a…
Cyborg: Booyah!
Raven: Launching shooting star-style rhymes, more hot and fiery still than Kori,
At this not-so-pretty pegasus who'd dare dispute my glory!

Twilight Sparkle:
I'll unlock the rainbow's power, trap you up inside some prism,
Then take on all five of you produced by your emotions' schism!
You just can't be serious; not even when you claim to try!
I told Owlowiscious about your cause, and he says…
Owlowiscious: Let it die!

Though I was once a fan of yours, that spinoff makes me wonder why,
Your whole crew looking like some freaky-ass dropouts from Monster High!
My words will bring you to a standstill like "Klaatu barada nikto";
Check it, now: Azarath to the Metrion to the Zinthos!

Raven (Original):
Azarath Metrion Motherfucking Zinthos!
I'm sick of this bastardization; that's right, bub:
Get ready to battle yourself like it's Fight Club!
Your ilk's cartoon-cancer; the cure comes today:
I won't let you dub over what I've got to say!
Don't deny that you fear me; you'd better surrender:
I call your atrocities out like John Enter!
I fought Trigon's will; put my true family first,
While you've gone and embraced a dark path even worse!
Watch this spellcaster master put her soulless self right out to pasture,
'Cause as far as psychic Ravens go, you're less legit than Baxter!
Starfire: Oh, snap!
Raven: I'm dressed in white, but my mind's red with righteous rage;
I've more maturity than you when a decade's knocked off my age!
Twilight Sparkle: Um, yeah, I'm in this battle, too, so can I have that micro back?
Raven: Shut up and let me rant, you overused, recycled nag!
I brought the New Titans together, but I'm tearing you apart,
And I'd go Kano on your ass, but it's apparent you've no heart.

Raven (TTG):
It's daytime T.V., and you've had your due five seasons and a film:
You and your fans should let it go; let your successor take the helm.

Raven (Original):
You may be modeled after me, but you were never my successor;
You're too Young to do me Justice, let alone become my better!

Raven (TTG):
Whatever! I'm well-aware I make you want to flip your lid,
But quit clowning around, now, silly Raven: cartoons are for kids!

Raven (Original):
Well, keep your critic-trolling, wack morals and nonsense plots galore,
But you'll be always in my shadow, to be lifted nevermore!





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Scott Pilgrim:
One, two, three, four! Yo, welcome to Toronto, land of mystery:
It's not the York you've sung about, and one far cry from Tennessee!
I'm rated "A" for "Awesome"; I'd rate you about a five-point-two:
"Too many teardrops from your whining", says my IGN review.
I feel I've loathed you for a thousand years; call me your biggest hater,
And the frigid words I spit: the bitterest Cornetto flavor!
Yeah, I've heard your fans: the kids all claiming you're the next Madonna,
But I've seen your latest vids, and girl, you're snorting marijuana!
You're a Naga, looking like the spawn of some LaVeyan coven;
Sampled "I'm Too Sexy", yet won't even show your belly button!
Your love life is a Catastrophe; you've got some major baggage,
'Cause you're not well in the head: the brain inside is surely damaged!
Mere band-aids won't fix the holes I'll leave as I tear you asunder,
Swiftly putting your whole "Gorgeous" Reputation six feet under!
Hitting hard as solid Mithril, I was born with rap-proficiency;
Insulting you's like garlic bread: I could go at it endlessly!

Taylor Swift:
You're on the track with a goddess; better show some respect.
They say Sparks Fly whenever I'm upset…
This is my M.E.R.B. monologue, where I'll be speaking bluntly:
My sharp lyrics cutting deep like Knives, I'll fell your freaking Plumtree!
Well, I'm going after you for hella more than just a buck, man,
And keep your useless gaming trivia; I don't give a Puck, Man!
You hit it big with hipsters; all the lonely Starbucks-lovers,
But your movie Sex Bob-ombed, with Super-bad box office numbers!
Ask a certain other Scot whose talent everybody came here for;
Taking full ownership of this sick beat, I'm striking major chords!
You'd best know you're in trouble when I dubstep on the stage:
Inducing Infinite Sadness, I'll lock this rat up in a cage!
You're no true man, Scott; you're a rotten Apple: one I protest openly.
Attack me all you want; the drama only fuels my poetry!
Your Precious Little Life story looks set for a tragic turn,
Because to me, the whole damn thing's just six lame picture-books to burn!
Roasting this prick was Red-hot fire on my part; I keep the pressure,
Making sure that you can never, ever get it back together… like, ever!

Scott Pilgrim:
Listen, I'mma let you finish, but your flowing ain't the best!
Besides, I can't shake off the feeling me and you might still have sex,
So let's forget our feuding; say we got amnesia,
And Begin Again at Blank Spaces just like your social media!

Taylor Swift:
Wanna get with me now, Frankenstein? Being dead's where you belong,
'Cause you're a bigger Loser than the Scientologist who wrote your songs!
The Grammys, Billboard and the Guinness books attest: I'm making history;
An artful Amazon who's dissing you with prime delivery!

Scott Pilgrim:
I didn't come here to hold my peace, and thus, I'm speaking now:
It's time to make a Scottaholic out of you, and freaking how!
My last verse on this song'll be a killer: audience, beware,
And there's no way that you'll be Ready For It, Tay; you're unprepared!
I'm a high-flying Rickenbacker ace like Eddie on the bass;
You're the female Henry the Eighth, faced with my Pilgrimage of Grace!
This Romeo is throwing more than pebbles at you, Juliet,
'Cause I'm in lesbians with you, and it's our story; just say yes!
Your ego can't get in the way of how I spit this sick shit madly,
So consider me the second Scott you're gonna call your daddy!

Taylor Swift:
The old Taylor'd never yield to that two-by-four-bit display,
But since she can't come to the mic now, I guess it's your lucky day…
Scott Pilgrim: This truly is my Finest Hour; wait until I tell the fellas:
Natalie will Envy me, and even Wallace may be jealous…
Wallace Wells: Well, I know inclusion of my interjection here's imperative,
But I'd like very much to be excluded from this narrative.
Scott Pilgrim: …Whatever, then! Now, let's make love; I'll tap your weakest point!
Taylor Swift: Oh, not so fast; you aren't Out of the Woods, but at their deepest point:
You see, this ain't a fairy tale, and like a different-colored "Horse",
All those who'd play with me should know the terms of what they're falling for!
Scott Pilgrim: I'm sorry, babe; please come again? Some weirdo just shot me a text.
It says: "Be warned: you're getting Jacked, so Gong Yi Tanpai, to the death!"

Monkey style…
Yo, uh, huh…
Shen Gong Wu ain't nothing to fuck with!
Shen Gong Wu ain't nothing to fuck with!

Jack Spicer:
A new power has revealed itself: my own, as it so happens;
Let me give a demonstration, not on paper, but through actions!
Jimmy Neutron can go suck it; this Boy Genius is a baller:
Changing Chopsticks couldn't make your chance against me any smaller!
You're in deep; somebody ought to call up your big little sister,
For I'm colder to a Pilgrim than a 1620 winter!
Robot, does he stand a chance?
Yes Man: No, sir!
Jack Spicer: Will I crush him?
Yes Man: Hell, yes!
Jack Spicer: I unleash souped-up raps; think Lao Mang Lone, but sans the side-effects!
My words have Heart like Mala Mala Jong; breathe life into these beats,
Their darkness resonating for a full millennium, at least,
Not just nine-hundred-sixty years! My evil idols all approve;
My sharp eyes need no crystal lenses to foresee your every move.
Don't get it Lotus-Twisted: calling you a hazard's stretching it;
I'm gonna do to you what Omi does to half his sentences,
And if it seems I hurt nobody but myself when I scheme crimes,
Just nap eight decades, then come see how I've done in the meantime!

Scott Pilgrim:
So, you think you're S-L-ick with that wack heli-pack and face-paint?
Get your Jackie Chan Adventures ass back in your parents' basement!
Plus, you aren't the real Jack Spicer, though I bet you screw men, too;
You won't survive what my vocabulary's gonna do to you!

Jack Spicer:
I've had more stimulating showdowns with my own Chameleon-Bot;
My league's above your level: you know not with what you're dealing, Scott!
You see this ghostly witch? Well, soon, her form will look far less like Casper's:
You're forever out of luck once the Reversing Mirror shatters…
Wuya: In the flesh, I think likewise outside the box; got major skills.
I'd call this Shen Yi Bu, but, dare I say, the stakes are greater still!
You'd best start hailing the Heylin before I wipe the floor with your ass;
Fighting back's as pointless as T. Swizzle's casting in The Lorax!
I'm a one-girl villain dream-team: Spicer knows it All Too Well;
Your yeti can't avert the things this green-eyed monster means to do!
I'll make your whole life black-and-white again; send you to Ying-Yang Hell,
And this is no cliffhanger: it won't have to wait for season two.

Scott Pilgrim:
This demon chick of yours ain't hip; she's fifteen centuries behind.
My girl is never out of Style; that, you'd better keep in mind!
Jack Spicer: You really think she loves you? You're a fool; believe me when I say it,
Because I've been in that same place!
Scott Pilgrim: Wait a minute… you two dated?!
Taylor Swift: Yeah, in seventh grade; it was a phase: I had a thing for bad boys.
Plus, he barely paid me mind; was always busy with his wack toys!
Jack Spicer: That's enough talk from you! Wuya, now: bring on the fireballs!
Wuya: Indeed, it's getting hot, so just gaze at my form, and be enthralled!
Scott Pilgrim: How can you hope to spellbind me when you can't spell the word "Shaolin"?
Your rapping's comparable to Chronicles: nobody gives a shit!
Wuya: That doesn't even rhyme!
Jack Spicer: …And I thought my kid cousin was obnoxious,
But what's pestilence against a future-emperor and a goddess?
Scott Pilgrim: Listen, Pinky and the Brain: give up on global domination;
If I brought you in, your bounties' sum wouldn't cover transportation.
Leaping into action like the Mantis Coin to stick it to ya',
I'll bust caps in you in slow-mo while doves fly away, and Woo ya'!
Jack Spicer: AAAAAA…
Scott Pilgrim: AAAAAA…
Jack Spicer: …AAAA…
Scott Pilgrim: …AAAA…
Jack Spicer: …AAA…
Scott Pilgrim: …AAA…
Announcer: K.O.!

Scott Pilgrim:
…What a freaking nut that guy was; good thing I made him go boom!
Taylor Swift: Oh, it's not over; of my exes, you'll be fighting six more soon,
And our relationship can't bloom until the lot of them are finished!
??????: Number two'll leave you flatter than his ollies in two minutes!

Rodney Mullen:
Once I start Godzilla-railing, flipping out, you'd best submit,
Because my boards come Über Light, but I spit heavy-duty shit,
And it's no V.R.; I'm for real! You're dealing with a sport's Godfather,
So sign off now, and I'll let you live; I wouldn't refuse that offer!
There's no skater-innovator greater: I've got tricks galore;
Face off against me in the Ex Games, and end up like Caleb Moore!
This Rod's a distant cry from Dangerfield; gets nothing but respect!
Call this place Paranoid Park, Pilgrim: I'm skateboarding you to death!
My Tensor Trucks have sold in scores; it's patent that I've earned my keep.
All your garage band music's garbage; take it to the Rubbish Heap!
I pull off stunts, no trouble; see me filling in for Benny Stiller!
Taking names since age fourteen, I'm the street scene's most steady pillar!
You can't match the Mutt; not even Almost! Boy, you're no Daewon Song,
So there'll be no second round; this track is gonna be your swan song,
And I do those talks for T.E.D. to motivate the kids,
But you'll find it Impossible to get back up again from this.

Scott Pilgrim:
Since when'd you Darkslide over to the dark side, eh? I never knew;
I guess you did the kind of "heel-flip" that professional wrestlers do!
You've Dwindled in freestyle-skill; those improv raps were nothing special,
And your "A-Team" made the one with Liam Neeson look successful!
How can you switch up your stance with newfound tactics as you fight me
When your Plan B crashed and burned already way back in the nineties?
I don't want your autograph; need not hear any more from you
As I set out to rectify your record: thirty-four to two.

Rodney Mullen:
Well, not to sound like my old man, but I'd be hesitant to start:
The baddest of the Bones Brigade'll break your skeleton apart!
I'll post new footage: let the world watch me shred Taylor's latest toy,
And that conniving snake will rue the day she dumped this Skater Boi!

Taylor Swift:
Come on; you've never been and never will be good enough for me!
Scott Pilgrim: Hell, you're just here 'cause Tony Hawk already had an E.R.B.!
You're past your peak; with age, grown rusty. Man, you've let your technique slide:
I bet you couldn't even rail-grind down that stairway if you tried!

Rodney Mullen:
If you expect I'll fall for that one, then you must be brain-impaired;
That's two-thirds of two hundred steps!
Taylor Swift: Oh, what's the matter; are you scared?
Rodney Mullen: Well, I'm more Fearless than you, bitch; in fact, I'll prove it to your ass!
Enjoi this spectacle of my swell skills, Scott; it'll be your last…

Ganon: DIE!

Scott Pilgrim:
Holy crap, it worked; the Mutt struck terminal velocity!
I guess he somehow never read his own autobiography…
??????: Am I glad he's in pieces down there and that we're alive up here!
Scott Pilgrim: Tell me about it, right… wait, who is this?

Casey Kasem:
A veggie-head to fear!
Hello there; my name's Casey Kasem. Welcome to your…
Casey Kasem: It's the European Top Forty reasons why you're getting trounced, clown!
When I'm at the bat, it's your third strike: I'll knock you out the park,
And all the way up to the moon; you'll leave a crater of a mark!
How's that for "reaching for the stars"? Don't even try to keep your footing;
Known for never eating meat, but still I'll turn you into pudding!
It's the end of you and Tay's road once I swooce right in to drop you:
Boy, you never should've come here; didn't your mama tell you not to?
My show grew from seven stations to a damn-near-everywhere craze;
Spent about a thousand weeks at number one across the airwaves,
And I played a stoner coward, but you'd best be frightened, dope:
Watch me tear into you without reluctance like a lycanthrope!
My next broadcast will have this bit: Whatever happened to Scott Pilgrim?
Well, I'll tell you; drum roll, please…
…I fucking killed him!
Now, Long-Distance Dedication time; this comes from California:
Travis T. writes, "School this poser, Casey! I'll be rooting for ya'…"

Scott Pilgrim:
Wow; so much for your peace-loving dedication to nonviolence!
Crossing me was your worst move since opting out of Zombie Island!
Voicing Shaggy ended by the Sword? So will this extra life;
I'll put more anguish in your final hours than your second wife,
Then bury you right on the spot, to spare your kids another quandary.
Clash against this demon on the mic, and get headbutted promptly!
Once, you munched on Scooby Snacks, but now, you must be smoking spliffs,
So just take after your Transformers role, and jump right off a cliff!

Casey Kasem:
Oh, don't bring up those racist robots, with their wack ersatz Gaddafi;
Kid, I'll end your meddling for good, and walk off from it Scott-free!
They gave me this upbeat tune to call your dirge, but I ain't angered,
'Cause who gives a shit? This guy from Canada's a total wanker!

Taylor Swift:
You signed off your last with me on top, and think that scores you credit,
But as Robin, you left less of an impact than Gordon-Levitt!
Scott Pilgrim: Although it's against his diet, and might even make him sick,
This gawky, shit-talky disc jockey needs to go and eat a dick!

Radio Chorus:
Casey Kasem: It's high time that I struck back;
The voice of NBC will rip this no-bite clod a new butt-crack:
Armed with the perks of peaceful living, seal your violent fate, but first,
A toast to your impending doom, seeing as I need to quench my thirst…
Taylor Swift: That was milk you just drank, dude.
Casey Kasem: Wait, what?!
Judge Dredd: Hands up, and freeze;
You've violated protocol, Kemal!
Casey Kasem: Whoa, wait a minute; please!
Judge Dredd: The law declares your powers forfeit for your actions on this day,
And so I'm setting my Lawgiver to Deveganizing Ray!
Lawgiver: HI-EX

Judge Dredd:
Gruddammit, not again; curse you, poor vocal recognition!
Look, can you forget you saw that?
Scott Pilgrim: Have no fear, Judge; all's forgiven.
A 1-up? Cool; I must have scored a lot of points then!
So now, Taylor, when can I destroy the next of your ex-boyfriends?
Taylor Swift: Exes, you mean.
Scott Pilgrim: What's the difference?
??????: So, you haven't let him know?
Taylor Swift: Hey, go get bent!

Avatar Korra:
Oh, I'm the one who does the bending when I flow!
It's a performance in the making ten millennia, and worth it:
Watch me spit harmonically, my words converging into verses!
Boy, your brain will crack in two, and not from any realization;
Wage Turf-War against this fourfold threat, and face annihilation!
I'm one bi-furious bitch your spurious, dirty tricks won't sell to,
And there's not a damn thing you can do; forget what Varrick tells you.
I'll project enormous power; rip your soul right out, no challenge,
For my rhymes release so rapidly, they're like the Book of Balance!
Who did you expect; Katara? Man, you'd best prepare to die,
And your end won't be subtle; Mike and Bryan needn't clarify.
I'd haunt your dreams, 'cause I'm known for unlocking the intangible,
But ain't the Freddy Krueger type, though I've cosplayed as Hannibal!
I fought equality, harmony, freedom; even unity!
What in five nations could some shaggy-headed slacker do to me?
I'm with the Future's Iron Lady, and she'll be the first to say…
Asami Sato: We're gonna pop the biggest bottles when your death occurs today!

Scott Pilgrim:
Yeah, you're the Avatar, and dissing you is how I'm dealing with it;
It's your Last Stand if you'd step to this: you've got me feeling livid!
Swallowed whole by my dark lyrics, you won't recollect what hit you;
You're a lost soul, foggy-minded: don't know what you're getting into!
My chaotic raps will fracture you, like Ba Sing Se in anarchy;
I'll make your wack recap-announcer go…
Shiro Shinobi: Oh, the humanity!
Scott Pilgrim: That mercury derailed you into three years of depression?
That's no way to cope when handed poison lemons; just ask Tenzin!

Avatar Korra:
I just had some down-to-Earth discourse with Avatar Kyoshi;
She says…
Avatar Kyoshi: Bathe in this brat's blood, and make his severed head a trophy!
Avatar Korra: Like my basis in girls' M.M.A., I fight with mad Conviction;
You've less hope than Mako, touching me: not even in fan-fiction!

Taylor Swift:
Methinks I should take a swing here; you two ain't on equal ground.
We've got Bad Blood now, babe; in fact, I liked you better wheelchair-bound!
Have you told Carmen Sandiego here about our college drama?
I've seen Benders with more eloquence than you on Futurama!

Avatar Korra:
What's the matter, queenie; out of breath already? Typical:
All that you'll ever be is Mean; I'm living at the pinnacle!
I'll put a sock in you to stop the flow of verbal diarrhea;
Could I turn back time, I'd tell your parents: you're a bad idea!

Scott Pilgrim:
In mind-blowing circumstances, your arch-foe discovered flight,
And just as well, I'll take a level, and unlock the lover's might;
That's right, I'm armed! You're like Ming-Hua now; brace for your next new beginning…
New question for the other Quora: how's that for "love winning"?
SpongeBob SquarePants: Hahahahahaha… serves you right for being inappropriate for little kids, bitch! Hahahahahahah- (*BANG!*)
Invader Zim: I've been waiting a long time to do that. Now, to cement my conquest of Nickelodeon once and for all… T.V. movie, here I come!

Taylor Swift:
So, then, you don't mind that I've been with girls?
Scott Pilgrim: Oh, quite the opposite;
That's hot! Besides, I'm on a roll, and I'll have nothing stopping it;
At this rate, I could take on two at once!
Taylor Swift: Well, good, because you'll have to.
Scott Pilgrim: Wait; I didn't mean that!
Taylor Swift: Too late; the twins are on their way to whack you!

With no regard for the law, though plenty for our mama,
The East End was our land; we met Garland, and even Sinatra!
You've brought one Legend down, so in your mind, you're hot,
But take a second on, and swiftly find you're not!
Ready or not, we bust shots off at you, son:
Reggie Kray and his brother, Ron!

Reggie Kray:
You're nothing but a mere Blind Beggar to this prince of London city,
Taking such stabs at you, just go change your name to Jack McVitie!
Ronnie Kray: …And if you think he's Kray-Kray, you'd better well be scared of me:
Though I take bollocks from nobody, I give more than Jeremy!
Be paranoid: this schizo's off his meds come time to drop a verse…
Reg: …And that's completely fine by me; see, we aren't here just to coerce.
Krays: We could've been contenders boxing, but proved greater fighters still:
The swinging sixties' Firmest force; two cockney crooks of highest skill!
Reg: As shown in David Bailey's box, we're bona fide celebrities…
Ron: …Whom either party, plus the press, know not to make their enemies!
Krays: We spit right-proper gangster-raps!
Ron: Think yours can hold a candle?
Reg: Hardly!
Krays: When it comes to bringing down our clan, you couldn't handle Charlie!
Ron: Monty Python can attest: a devastating bite? We pack it!
Reg: Don't expect you'll find protection; we're the ones who run the rackets!
Krays: Even striking deals with stars behind two separate prisons' bars,
You're getting taken over, Scotty; as of now, this story's Ours!

Scott Pilgrim:
Those camera tricks aren't fooling me; you're far from "Legendary"-level:
I've seen more authentic acting from Tim Curry as the Devil!
Screw Ibiza, Reg: I'm handing you two tickets straight to Hell,
And popping you like pills by the beloved you made slay herself!
With words as torturous as anything the Richardsons could fathom,
Watch me knock you 'til you're barfing blood like River City Ransom!
I'm a true violence-professional, so don't go slinging mud;
Just call me Leonard Ernest Read: I'll be the Nipper of your buds!

Ronnie Kray:
To quote another Hardy felon: SHUT THE FUCK RIGHT UP, YOU CUNT!
Reg: You must be madder than the Axeman, making such a bold affront,
And you'll, moreover, share his ending, vanishing without a trace!
Ron: You're like our other Twenty-Fifteen film: a load of utter waste!

Scott Pilgrim:
I bring dishonor with the lyrics I'm discharging at you here:
These sentences'll leave you stricken for upwards of thirty years!
You died when Taylor was a kid; how could you possibly have dated?
…Seriously, Tay: what gives?!
Taylor Swift: Well, let's just say it's complicated.

Reggie Kray:
That time-travelled tart toyed with us; now, we're getting bloody even!
Ron: It was her that turned me gay, like Julie did your buddy Stephen!
Krays: Go ask Morrissey about these playboys' fame across the nations!
Ron: We'll crack down on you abruptly!
Reg: …Never were too big on patience.

Scott Pilgrim:
In my view, this rhythm's earned a rest from your wack rap-activities;
I'll send you both back down into the ultimate captivity!
Though five whole years went by between your prior passings, know this:
You'll go out together here; I'm getting that achievement-bonus!

Scott Pilgrim:
…Seems those twins were hardly wonders once my powers activated;
Now, but one last evil ex remains with whom I'm battle-fated!
So, who's sucker sinner seven? Yo, I bet I'll bust him easy!
Taylor Swift: Well, I'm sorry, but I now must go; my true beloved needs me…
Scott Pilgrim: What the Hell; where'd Taylor go, and why'd her face look all aglow?
Perhaps I ought to venture off alone, and- (*RING-RING-RING!*)
??????: Hello, yourself; ex seven here, inquiring: when do we start?
That is to ask: when's a convenient time for me to knife your heart?

Come journeying into my mysterious domain of domination,
And you'll wish for banishment to some Midgardian location!
Spitting colder than the ancient winds my casket summons forth,
I sure as Hela ain't nice; I'm straight-up Norse!
Thor: Noirse!
Loki: I need no army here, and you're no Hulk, so kneel before my highness,
For I own the rapping-throne with no disputes and no disguises!
I suppose you think a muzzle ought to be required of me,
But as for Masks, I much prefer a different form entirely!
You're unworthy to lift a finger to this god, and that's no lie;
I'll wager both my head and neck: you couldn't craft verses half as fly!
The odds are stacked: it's fact; far from low-key, I'll not attempt to hide it.
You've no chance in all Nine Realms; our showdown's utterly Lopt-sided!
Falling into Pilgrimsleep won't save, come time to answer to me;
I can even off fan-faves, and still have scores of fandom-groupies,
For my scepter holds the key to subjugating mental spaces!
Don't believe me? Ask my latest catch…
Taylor Swift: Oh, Loki, you're the greatest!

Scott Pilgrim:
Why, you autogenocidal fiend; you'll pay for this offense,
For in defiling my love, you give me something to Avenge!
You're weak; your power's an illusion, like that pretty face of yours,
You freak! Go back to your own kind; I hear the Blue Man Group's on tour!
Your daddy should've left you where your daddy left you, all alone;
You say you're master over minds? I say you're infinitely stoned,
But don't expect you'll live to see the plans of Thanos come together;
As a Marvel movie villain, sheer dumb luck can't last forever.

Oh, "defiled", my ass! This rebel is the best she's ever had,
Although she'll never change me; on the weekends, I'll be extra-bad.
While once, I freaked out like Skywalker, soon you'll be in shocked denial
When the trickster hits with disses most mischievously vile!

Scott Pilgrim:
To quote a doper boss than Odin with a far more fly eyepatch,
I've had it with this motherfucking joking Jotun on my track!
I'll beat you black, and bluer still, 'til even Frigga says you're ugly;
Try this thrashing on for size, and then let's see you acting smugly…

Game over, kid!
Scott Pilgrim: You cheater
Loki: Well, you won't be cheating this!
Jesus Christ: Sweet child, have no fear; embrace now an eternity of bliss…
Scott Pilgrim: Not to complain, and no offense, but don't I have another guy?
Jesus Christ: Oh yeah, you do… that changes everything: go back and suffer; bye!

Scott Pilgrim:
…I live, with newfound understanding and respectfulness of self,
My Kurses on you cutting deeper than the duskiest of elves!
You ran for president? I'd sooner vote for Kanye! Man, you're heinous,
So relax, and have a drink; I'm pretty sure this poison's painless…

What's this feeble-minded little square against my Tesseract?
No armor need help me Destroy you; I relentlessly attack!
With Yggdrasil's spheres all aligned, the whole cosmos is bearing witness
As the wackest mewling quim of all is duly, truly finished!
…I think I'll have that drink now…
Flandre Scarlet: Hee-hee, puny god… VIVA LA RAGNAROK!

Scott Pilgrim:
The viking villain's vanquished; I'm victorious!
Taylor Swift: You are?
Scott Pilgrim: Well, yes!
Taylor Swift: From what I saw, my savior was that freaky, floating vampiress!
You don't get credit for that kill, and so I won't give myself up,
Until you prove your battle-skill against my secret eighth ex!
??????: …'Sup?

Handsome Jack:
My league is mine alone: I'm unlike all the rest with which you've tangled;
Those who'd order me around are liable to end up strangled!
Don't get that confused with choking, such as you'll be doing soon;
Just ask my homies back on Elpis: I can really shoot the moon!
I'm armed with legendary lyrics from my Handsome word-collection;
Next to me, Pandora's other poets? Zer0s, not a question!
Think you're such a trooper, fighting for your life? I'll put it bluntly:
There's no way you're Soldiering through this; I'll one-shot you abruptly
In the back, your shielding down! Indeed, I won't be fighting fair,
And when I say I'll break your legs, I don't just mean your favorite chairs'!
My rhymes will penetrate you to the core; you're running out of time:
Constructed with Felicity, they're sure to tear apart your mind!
I'm quite the button-pusher…
Claptrap: He killed my entire robo-race!
Handsome Jack: Try crossing me, and get preemptively ejected into space!
My laser up on Helios was lost to sabotage, it's true,
But still you're guaranteed destruction once my eye is set on you.

Scott Pilgrim:
You're in way over your disfigured head; prepare to be defeated,
For I see what's up inside it, no Jacktastic voyage needed.
This just in, and Hellquist isn't here to spin it in your favor:
If you're your own story's hero, so's Big Brother; you're no savior!
Go ahead and call me bandit scum; I spit psychotically,
Though I ain't suicidal: that would be your Siren progeny,
'Cause you're an asshole, plain and simple, and that diss won't be my last!
Athena gave this "hero" too much credit; "Lilith's fault", my ass.

Handsome Jack:
Here's some Eridium; go off yourself, and spare us from your bullcrap.
I'm going Heavy here; I'll tell you now what makes a good rap!
"Hyperion", indeed: my highness is beyond compare,
And I equip my Loaders with the works; look on them, and despair!
It's written on my very face: great power's shown me things to come,
And they sure didn't involve some underage high-schooler-dating bum!
You're as pathetic as the Meriff, and I'm not gonna let you live,
Because I've heard hotdogs with fairer, more profound insight to give.

Scott Pilgrim:
You'll meet explosive force, Torgue-style, when I pull the verbal trigger!
You say you're one-of-a-kind? Your Doppelgänger begs to differ.
Though your virtual rebirth was Nakayama's sole success,
You're now in Rhys' pieces, as your former biggest fan attests.
I bring the heat like lava in the Vault where you met your demise,
And as for handsomeness, Squidward is more appealing to the eyes!
I needn't go all Saw to leave your legacy entire gone,
For I'm this beat's M.C.E.O., and as of now, you're fired, John!

Taylor Swift:
…Although I didn't think it could happen in my Wildest Dreams, you've won;
My gauntlet gambit failed, I've no choice but to let you have your fun!
Scott Pilgrim: Today has been no fairytale, but finally, you're my Valentine,
So let's get to it: I'll show you the most incredible of times!

(*As Scott prepares to consummate his conquest, time seems to slow down while a familiar musical riff starts playing…*)

??????: ZA WARUDO!


Scott Pilgrim:
What the Hell just happened? Taylor, are you- OH MY GOD!
??????: That's right!
You thought that you would be the one who'd get to tap that ass tonight;
Most woefully, though, for your ego and libido, it was me, yo!
Change your name to Ozzy, Scotty; you've been traded out for DIO!

Dio Brando:
You'll wish you were stuck with Loki, still, once I launch my invasion:
Kicking puppies? Child's play; I go for dog-incineration!
Vile Victorian vampire, turning mothers into zombies;
You can ask him for yourself: the Ripper ain't got Jack-shit on me!
Fighting back is useless: I pull zero punches for my victims,
Spitting coffin-nails; this loser's never gonna know what hit him!
The Italians will attest: I reign supreme! I can't be beaten;
Dropping verses phatter still than all the breads you've ever eaten!
Such sick shit's inside this brain, my head alone's too much to handle;
With humanity rejected, I attack without remorse,
And when my trump card finally enters play, you'll be brought to a standstill:
Instantaneously flattened by my roller's steaming force!
My writings hold the way to Heaven, but through raps, I'm raising Hell:
Feel your composure go awryyy as I let loose my crazy yell!
One major menace, rumble with me, and get sliced straight down to size!
You let that Chinese chick down easy? Let's see you shrug off these Knives!

Scott Pilgrim:
Though that Aztec mask served you well, here, you know not with what you're screwing:
Victory's as lost to you as your first film to public viewing,
You JoJoke! WatchMojo had it right: you're nowhere near the best.
I heard it from the man himself: even Speedwagon's unimpressed!
My words will Ripple through your mind and leave you yare yare dazed;
Forget Hamon, though: I kick ass schooled in the ways of Streets of Rage!
My Battle-Tendency is winning, more than Charlie ever could;
Succeeding where your body's donor failed, I'm sinking you for good.

Dio Brando:
Do you believe in gravity? You fail to grasp your situation's:
You couldn't hope to beat the other me in some cross-country racing!
If, for one second, you'd think you'll out-outsmart this lord of time,
You're living in a fantasy, just like that druggie son of mine!
Once heir to some mere drunken bum, I now hold power ever-reaching;
You can't fight your fate here, kid, and know that's not just Pucci's preaching.
All I need to drain you dry's right at my very fingertips;
Even Vanilla Ice's name is feared with my dark leadership!

Scott Pilgrim:
You used to be a bloody boss, with gods and living dead devoted;
Then, you took a fist into the knee so hard, your head exploded,
But an arrow, on the other hand, is how you were empowered,
So with that in mind, I take a Stand in this, my darkest hour!
[STAND NAME] Sex Bob-omb [STAND MASTER] Scott Pilgrim: Pushed past the Threshold, Awesomeness is dialed to eleven:
I'll crush you five times as if it were a game; think Eyes of Heaven!
I go hard as Crazy Diamond; there's no way you're breaking me! Quit tripping:
Your next line is, "I'll be walking home, like an Egyptian…"

Dio Brando:
Wrong; it's: ZA WARUDO!
…And now you're frozen; any questions?
Scott Pilgrim: Yes; ahem… OH SHIT, is that a motherfucking JoJo reference?!
Dio Brando: Wait, what kind of question's that; boy, is your brain already dead?
Of course that was a reference, just like nearly everything I've- (*CROTCH-KICK!*)
…This is impossible; I'm DIO! How did you do that, you jerk?!
Scott Pilgrim: Just call my Stand King Crimson's twin: screw making sense; it simply works!
I'm roasting you as thoroughly as the Saharan desert sun:
No cosmic reset's needed here; I've unconditionally won!

Scott Pilgrim:
Now, my most bizarre adventure's at its end, for sure, for real,
And at long last, T. Swizzle's love is mine! Alright, let's seal the deal!
Taylor Swift: Dude, that psycho just violated me; I'm battered, bruised and bleeding!
Plus, were we to truly date, there's not a doubt it would be fleeting.
After all, I'm only here as warmup for your featured duel,
As promised in the title; now, that gig's complete: I'm out, you fool!
Scott Pilgrim: So, it was all an act? Forget you, then, you crazy serpent-girl!
Aw man, this bites… but hey, at least I stand as conquerer of the World!

Gabriel Belmont: There won't? Aw, Old Gods dammit…
Scott Pilgrim: Wait… so Dio really was invading; you didn't even plan it?
Scott Pilgrim: …'Cause his power's called "The World"?

Hailing from the Milky Way, here comes one mother of a pebble,
Packing meteoric words; yours face extinction when I strike!
I'm pleased to beat you; hope you've guessed my name, but no, I'm not the Devil:
Third rock from the sun, I'll be the final rocker of this mic!

The World:
Unlike my surface, Earth's verses are anything but watered-down;
This planet's armed with more than Ego, and you're getting slaughtered, clown!
You'd like to make yourself believe that I flow slowly? Keep on dreaming;
I'm a juice-pumping machine, with scores of running rivers streaming!
I'm sure as my core not flat: the rhymes I drop fall even less-so;
It's survival of the fittest, and you're doomed right from the get-go!
I'm a straight-up boss throughout the seasons, never mind my axis;
More an egg than any perfect sphere, but still you'll never crack this!
Don't you make me quake with laughter at your war on evil exes:
I've got seven continents and an array of wonders; check it!
My diversity's amazing; puts the Amazon to shame,
And stacked from pole to pole with skill, I'll rock you like a hurricane!
Bad shit goes down when I spit fire; ask the people of Pompeii.
I'll spin you for a loop: a taste of what I go through every day!
You'd better understand the gravity of this, and change your tune,
For all you know revolves around me; you couldn't even match my Moon, you little loon!

Scott Pilgrim:
Newsflash, big guy: you aren't the universe's center;
Stomping on your face, I'll leave a carbon footprint to remember,
And… whatever! You know what? Just finish this accursed thing;
I swear, it's had as many false ends as The Return of the King

The World:
Oh, wanna talk returns? Watch me bounce back from any cataclysm,
From ice ages to impact events to continental schisms!
If mankind goes boom, I'll just pick up the pieces and start over;
Nothing takes me down for good, short of a fucking supernova!
I'm the stage for all of history; go see Bill Wurtz's summary!
Just call this global warming: bringing heat, I'll melt you utterly!
Of countless cosmic objects, only I can foster life,
So if there is a God almighty, I guess I must be His wife!
No dig you take can scratch my crust; indeed, you aren't the cleverest,
'Cause stepping to me is an order taller still than Everest!
Try playing up here at my level, and you'll find it hard to breathe:
My lyrics soar so high, they're past my atmosphere; you need to leave!
I'm ancient beyond comprehension: even Christ has no idea;
When my lines all come together, it's a power-rap Pangaea!
Billions walk all over me, but I'm nobody's doormat, son:
I've outlived ninety-nine percent, and bitch, you ain't long for the one!



I DECIDE!!!!!!!


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Sonic the Hedgehog:
Think you can match the fastest thing alive tonight? God, you're pathetic:
You'll fall hard like Bespin; Rebels, better ready your medics!
You know I have to do it to it when I'm letting loose a verse,
And it's no special edition, but still the blue one's shooting first!
This prodigy was busting labor camps amid robo-slaughter,
While you were shooting at small animals and farming for water;
You didn't give so much as a Chuck about your uncle's death by fire!
Sonic says: you're all washed up; go climb inside a tumble dryer!
Your swift saber strikes and speeder bikes could never come near to me,
And your teddy bears can't top these furry topplers of tyranny!
Man, my victory is certain, never mind a point of view:
Call this Ruusan, for the mind-blowing bombs I'm gonna drop on you!

Luke Skywalker:
Search your feelings, and you'll know this much to be true, you little punk:
Even Threepio sees your boasts as a Great Heeping load of bunk!
I built a force up from twelve pupils; now, I do the same with bars:
A great disturbance to your ego, to be sensed from wide and far!
There'll be no Light in Mobius' future once you face me here,
For you'll get lost up in the depths of space far longer than one year!
Prepare to be torn a new Knothole by the beating I'll be serving;
Knocking you around like Spinball, best believe I'll leave you hurting!
Spare this Grand Master your cat-mouse games and love-triangle drama;
Far-surpassing my own name, I've walked through shadow-realms and lava!
No mind-tricks, my personality makes lovers out of haters;
It's disarming, but don't take the Wampa's word: just look to Vader!

Sonic the Hedgehog:
I'll go Fleetway Super-me on you with disses so relentless,
You'll be ended as abruptly as your would-be first apprentice!
You're nowhere close to my coolness level, let alone way past it;
Just think where you'd be if R5-D4 hadn't blown a gasket!
You dis-armed your daddy twice before redeeming him with love,
But how about that idiotic business after, with his glove?
How can you play this once-and-future-future-king of former-Earth,
When you were dumb enough to pledge yourself to your arch-foe's rebirth?

Luke Skywalker:
Oh, don't bring up the Dark Empire debacle, Mr. Mecha Madness;
I should put you on some sort of treason-trial for your brashness!
Holocron calls you a speedster; I'd call that exaggeration:
You go slow like your attempt at a recursive adaptation!
You're all out of your fifth element; brace for a killer blow,
Because I've heard Chewbacca, may he rest in peace, spit iller flows!
Just do what you do best, and run: consider that a Jedi Order,
Lest I shake up your whole world's foundation worse still than the Xorda!

Sonic the Hedgehog:
All your trash-talk's like my birth name; I've a good mind to reject it,
Though it won't take Wookieepedia to put this in perspective:
As with your nephew from darkness, from my rhymes, you won't recover!
It'll take less time to finish you than you got with your mother!

Luke Skywalker:
I make no apologies here, nor would any clone of me:
You have no place among these stars; I ought to call the Zone Police!
Just ask my deadbeat great-grandson about my Legacy; pay homage!
I've heard you love chili dogs, and so: go eat a messy sausage.

Sally Acorn:
Of this Overlander Joker and his tricks, I've seen enough,
And so I'm back again as promised, stepping in to queen it up!
I needn't rip off your wack weaponry to put a fight up here;
Been centerpiece de la Résistance since my adolescent years:
Out SWATting 'bots, performing sabotage and going undercover,
I succeeded Stripe with flying colors, even while discolored!
No mere cutesy critter found alongside piggies, chicks and blue jays,
I'm a one-woman Wolf Pack, no disrespect meant there to Lupe!
Know you're fucking with a princess, and no, I ain't talking incest:
What's your Force against the Source of All that is, by which I've been blessed?
Think you hold the lion's power-share? You're headed for a fall:
With Acorns' Sword in hand, I'll bring your movement to a closing crawl!

Princess Leia:
My brother's beef is with your boy-toy! Me, though? I'm someone who loathes you:
Try to best me with ol' Obi's help, and still you've not a hope to!
Like the ghost of dear old dad, forgiving you's out of the question,
For so heinous are your raps, your very name's beyond redemption!
The Rebellion doesn't want your child soldiers; what the Hell?
I got to storm the O.G. Death-machine; a tale I lived to tell!
I'm a fat bastard-ending master, whether it's via choking,
Or by bisection, Darth Maul-style, sans survival; no joking!
You'll plummet when I cut you loose for good, and wholly on purpose:
Your Doc's a Quack for saving you; not even Dulcy's as worthless!
I've kept more modesty than your getup allows you while enslaved;
No Snow White schtick will save: my blaster-shot will put you in the grave!

Sally Acorn:
I'll need no reset button coming back from those pot-shots of yours, bitch:
Mine will subjugate your mind; just think your husband's means of courtship,
Or the world-Roboticizer I gave up my will to do in!
Like Infinities, I'll send you off the rails and into ruin!

Princess Leia:
Those foul words won't faze this Chosen-backup Jedi Knight, you wench:
Your Secret Servicer Pepé Le Pew agrees about their stench!
Han needn't intervene: I'll Solo Sally; knock her off her feet,
So as King Nigel'd say, she's in for a most smashing of defeats!

Sonic the Hedgehog:
You may fire when ready, Sal.
Sally Acorn: You needn't give me your permission;
Elias can keep the throne: to rock chump's worlds is my life's mission!
Crossing me's a worse idea than a sentient crying mountain;
You'll end up in deeper Sorrow still: on that, you can be counting!

Luke Skywalker:
I made Sarlaac-food of Boba Fett, and though his fate didn't last,
The point remains: you couldn't win back your freedom fighting Jodo Kast!
Princess Leia: Your daddy's adamance against your romance never should have ceased,
Because not only is SonAmy better: so is SonElise!

Sally Acorn:
Oh, that is it; EndGame starts here!
Sonic the Hedgehog: You've crossed the line now, brotherfucker…
Sally Acorn: I spared Eggman at his nadir, but your cracking will be utter!

Princess Leia:
Come and get me; I'm the New Republic Grover Cleveland, sucker:
No gal in this galaxy can compare!
Luke Skywalker: No… there is another…

Mara Jade:
"You will kill Sonic the Hedgehog", voices in my head command me,
And said order needn't be repeated; I'll fulfill it gladly,
And not settle for some clone made from a severed former hand,
When in to bust Jade's Fire verses comes the Emperor's former Hand!
You wanna dance with me? Well, you should know: this isn't Jabba's palace,
So no stealth is necessary here; I spit with open malice!
I won't second-guess this mission, let alone become your bride;
You couldn't get me to join you with a swarm of Killiks on your side!
Before, I made blue foes concessions; ever since, I've learned my lesson:
I'm resistant to suggestion, and to deadly spore-infection!
That insane old man's foresight fell flat; that much, I made him see,
But mark my words: Princess Acorn will soon fall to her knees for me!
I rocked that purple saber-blade before Sam Jackson made it mainstream;
Like Luke getting with Callista, beating me is just a vain dream!
I'm a Wild Karrde: a dark tyke-bomb-turned-smuggler with a blaster,
Then wife, mother, and, of course, the O.G. female Jedi Master!

Sonic the Hedgehog:
This ain't Yavin; no quick saves! Abandon ship; trust me: you wanna,
Lest you be exposed to coldness vaster than at the Katana!
Sally Acorn: All we'll need to counter that display rests right here in my hand;
With me through many a bizarre adventure, just call this my Stand…

I enter with a will of Iron, though not as Regina's minion:
I'm a holo-hottie, here to put you under my Dominion!
A Lynx more Advanced than any Game Boy, let alone Atari's,
I detect no threat from you, and certainty that you'll be sorry!
I'm a truly self-made woman if this world's ever seen one,
Constructing cities out of scratch; how? Check it: nanomachines, son!
My evil counterpart assumed a turtle's form, the crazy bastard;
Overclocking won't be needed for my going greatly faster!
Though your dossiers' downloads were massive, I'm a rapid learner;
If Jade's bark had any bite, she'd off Luke sooner than he'd turn her!
I don't give a BEEP about that garbage canister of yours;
If rebel data's what you're after, I'm the one you're looking for!
In trying to bring about my ousting, this wack wizard won't get far:
I'll hack into his puny mind; entrance him like The Crystal Star,
For I'm not of this universe! They flung a light into the past,
And soon, you'll share my makers' fate, struck by my verbal-nuking blasts!

Princess Leia:
Keen on inciting our armada's wrath? If not, then don't be starting:
That's like building up a settlement atop some ancient garden!
Luke Skywalker: I project true power; this glorified Pokédex just spouts noise!
Mara Jade: Her flimsily-fabricated feline form couldn't catch a mouse droid!

Pardoning Kyp's stellarcide surely made you some enemies;
What, did you try forgetting that? Well, here: I'll jog your memory…
Sally Acorn: Seeing as the royal army isn't here to represent our nation:
To me, Freedom Fighters!
Sonic the Hedgehog: Reassemble!
NICOLE: Roll out!

Antoine D'Coolette:
As I once more steal the show, this time I'll make it worth the while;
Fools should know: I am the fuel that shall sustain this track for miles!
Far-empowered from the coward I was in the early years,
You'll need a whole lot more than margarine to get me squirming here!
When the Great War is reignited, I'll repeat my dad's performance.
Once a hopeless romance-rival, I'm now regularly scoring
With a hot cyborg like Krillin, and bells soon will sound once more,
But not in light of any wedding as it's you they're tolling for.

I am the walrus! To the Eggman, though, I'm polar-opposite:
The engineer of the salvation of a planet's populace!
No Herd-mentality-subscriber, my inventiveness is boundless,
More than any carpenter's; where'd you think Tails picked up his prowess?
Rock 'n' roll like my bazooka that was nearly Buttnik's Boomer,
I'm far too fly for the council; should've left them even sooner!
Now, I've got my own Stark-style suit, and my own team, at that,
But you're unfit to join, and that says lots; we let in Big the Cat!

Bunnie Rabbot:
Be silent here? Like the "T" in my surname, I ain't going to,
For one attracts more flies with sugar, but I'll shit all over you:
A worse nightmare for y'all than mine where metal overtakes my person,
'Cause you're feeble as the Auntie-Bodies of my Anti-version!
Midget Morgan Freeman gave me these upgrades so I could wreck you;
I just keep going and going, needing no cell to connect to!
With apologies to Beauregard, who raised me way back when,
Neither your asses or the South are ever gonna rise again!

Antoine D'Coolette:
There's no country for you on Mobius!
Bunnie: You tell 'em, Antoine, sugar!
Antoine: You'll be slaughtered; we'll put steel bolts in your brains like Anton Chigurh!
Rotor: Penders' word on my love life was wholly unsubstantiated,
But there's ample indication that you're getting devastated!
Bunnie: Taking after our Sand-Blaster chapter, things are getting bloody!
Antoine: You're old hat, á la Master K'Kruhk…
Bunnie: …But won't turn out as lucky!
NICOLE: This resistance lives on, always!
Sally Acorn: There can be no stopping us!
Sonic the Hedgehog: Even Ric Olié would agree: that much is sorely obvious!

Mara Jade:
Don't think there's too many of you for us to handle, now, you rats:
The weapon I've inherited is known for cutting little brats!
Luke Skywalker: My set of students fared far better, but don't take it from just one guy;
Get schooled on the matter by the most badass of our alumni…

Kyle Katarn:
D'Coolette, you'd better cool it: sheathe your blade soon as I enter;
Just regress back to the stereotype you stem from, and surrender!
Heed the wisdom of a certain other Antoine: hide your wife,
'Cause obviously, I don't need to self-destruct to take your life!
Your souls will be trapped here forever for so much as trying to battle
With the guy created for the plots too big for Luke to tackle!
Dealing blows strong, fast and medium, I'm one true triple threat,
Known as the galaxy's Chuck Norris; fact: I fucked up Boba Fett!
The Death Star plans' theft was but item one on my long venture-list:
I brought prophecies to fruition and killed dragons with my fists;
Aborted the rebirth of the regime I'd once served as a goon!
You're like the game among whose clones mine stood out with its engine: Doomed!
I'll drop the hammer harder than I dropped the Hammer on you bastards;
Of my droid and me, it's I whose very stare's a deadly hazard!
I brought fans the tech it took to stage fight scenes straight from the films;
Though on the Light Side, rapping-wise, I'm out to take the power-helm!
I ride the Raven's Claw, yet Gryffindor's where Hogwarts would be having me,
For I'm an alpha-male, but as for magical Academies,
This Jedi Battlemaster stands against your ilk's admittance!
Even my arch-nemesis can see: your strength is nonexistent!

Bunnie Rabbot:
Don't expect you'll shut this bunny down; this ain't your Marvel series!
Rotor: As intimidation goes, rag dolls have spooked me more severely!
Antoine: With your tainted bars, like poisoned food, you're fouler still than Patch!
Freedom Fighters: This Star Wars-Smashing Squad will put you in the ground without a scratch!
Sally Acorn: While Kyle triumphed at the Valley, wait 'til our full force comes, rallied,
With the strength of eight Darksiders!
NICOLE: Should I send a beacon, Sally?
Sonic the Hedgehog: Nah; forget our friends Downunda, for I know far fiercer creatures:
I'll be chilling out off-panel while you face our backup feature…

Work, work…
Work, work…
…And Knuckles!
Echidna power!
…And Dimitri!

Knuckles the Echidna:
I'm gliding in to climb to tops of charts as I put you to pasture,
Striking iron-Knuckled blows against so-called Steel-Handed "Masters"!
One mere series couldn't contain my people's rich, proud history;
I'll drive you deeper into madness than the Sith's dark Mysteries!
Not just the Emeralds' Guardian, I'm also keeper of these tracks;
If I go green here, know it ain't with envy, you trespassing hacks!
My first friendship was forged with Sally at my home high up above,
But Sonic needn't worry; I've got my own steady-going love…

That's right, yo!
Finally: someone once more let me out of my cage;
I'm exiting the Twilight Zone, and entering a fit of rage!
The Legion's freed, yet ultimate annihilation's still in store;
You stopped three stages of Dark Forces? Call this trooper a phase-four!
The tech inside my hair alone puts that robotic hand to shame;
In fact, it's said Shades of my character have made it to the games!
Plus, shout-out to a certain bat: go fuck yourself; the red one's mine.
I know the way to Knuckles' soul; want the Ugandan version? Fine…
I came in packing heat before that punk edgelord made it uncool:
I've got a Luger for Grandmaster Luke; I'll straight-up cap you fools!
If thinking you can take me on, you're tripping on that Lemon stuff;
I even helped bring Amy's freedom-fighting prowess up to snuff!

No mere religious purge compares to all the horrors our kind has faced:
"A dingo ate my baby"? Try "Dingoes damn-near-wiped out my race"!
I brought along a frenemy who knows this well; this dude is ancient:
Unearthed after centuries, he's waited long to make his statement…

I'll make broken-minded, drooling cretins of you sorry devils!
Thus, you'll let me break you down on a molecular level,
But unlike whom I quoted there, my transformed state won't disappoint:
Commence the power-syphoning; I'm Ener-jacking up this joint!
Dimitri (Enerjak): In trying to bring the island of my nephew's birth down from the heavens,
Chaos was unleashed, with Emerald energies cranked to eleven!
Third of my name and remaker of the realm in my own image,
I'm one ugly mofo, and you'll make for easy prey; you're finished!
Burial can't keep me down, nor can I be kept up in space;
Even entombed, I'll sow the seeds of revolution for my race.
Watch me get inside Mara's head, taking the Emperor's former place;
I'll turn her back against her love, and banish Leia to the wastes!
Katarn has clearly gone insane! I'll snap him out, though not through yielding:
Closer to a Thanos sort of snap; his fate, I'll soon be sealing!
Once I raise my Nekronopolis, it's these wretches' apocalypse;
Sans divine intervention, by what else can I be toppled?
Julie-Su: This? (*DRAIN…*)
Dimitri: Gah! It seems I've been reduced to more machine than man,
But although I'm a head, we're still ahead, and keeping to the plan,
For I speak purposefully, and not to weaken our cause from within:
Don't Steppenwolf to this; our win's a Locke! Now Lien-Da hand, my kin…

Chaotix' captain's dropping Mighty, Heavy Bombs yours can't compete with,
As the fiercest creature of his kind you'll find this side of Greek myth!
Julie-Su: While we risked assassination trying to reunite our nation,
When we go to war with you, there'll be no reconciliation!

Mara Jade:
If your mom was Mari-Su, the apple didn't fall far; go figure.
I'll juice Julie dry, as if she were some grapes up in a vineyard!
Kyle Katarn: Leaving naught of Baxter Stockman here shouldn't us take long at all;
I mean, for crying out loud: a pack of ants caused his initial fall!
Luke Skywalker: It ought to be a crime just bringing this brash Knuckles out in public;
Making like his future-self, I'll tear his soul out through his stomach!
Princess Leia: You should know that yours won't be the only party made to pay,
When an old hired gun steps straight out of Shadows into the fray!

Dash Rendar:
Yo, had I not swooped in on Tatooine, Luke would have perished, surely;
Hell, I had the Gall to try and rescue Solo prematurely!
My sharpshooting helped save Leia from the clutches of the Black Sun;
Had the heroes' backs at Echo Base while they fled in the Falcon!
My project paved the way for the prequels, plus the rereleases:
Check its tech props in A New Hope; they look sweet, however needless!
Screw you, Sega: my game on Nintendo Sixty-Four sold millions;
Man, we got our very own soundtrack damn-near on par with Williams'!
My Hoth level's awesomeness inspired Rogue Squadron in its wake,
So Chuckie Finster over there can suck my nasty one-eyed snake!
Watch me entangle you with words, like making walkers go kaput;
I straight-up kicked Boba Fett's ass!
(*Unimpressed silence; crickets…*)
…Then shot the Slave One down on foot!
Even cold-hearted robo-ladies can't help warming up to Dash;
Like my big bro into some wack museum, you're about to crash!
Well, many Bothans died because of my poor aim, and that's no joke,
But this time I won't miss as I'm the one who blows up furry folks!

You bit off Han's whole schtick: the ship, sidekick and all! Are you for real?
Knuckles: Your character's so unoriginal, I'll call you "Donut Steel"!
Dimitri: This mind needs not a mortal form to keep things going neatly my way:
I'll reciprocally mind-swap apprentice-pairs; think Freaky Friday!

Dash Rendar:
You're akin to Xizor's home: so utterly bullshit-infested,
We should just blow you sky-high before your crappy rapping spreads it!
Luke Skywalker: Next, the mic goes to our killer secret weapon; he's a star!
Princess Leia: He'll come in like a wrecking ball; you'll never have been hit so hard!

Galen Marek:
My Soul's of highest caliber, and to the lore, I'm no mere guest:
This mighty martyr's the kick-starter of the whole Rebellion-quest!
I put Skywalker's working name to use, and made it something greater:
I've got Midis off the charts, and real Montoya-beef with Vader,
And although I brought him in alive, I'll end you with my rhymes,
'Cause yours are garbage; someone ought to dump them off on Raxus Prime!
I won't let your foul Brood go free, though I will bring you resolution:
My Force-lightning skills are Infamous; they'll be your execution!
Thrashing Knuckles, I'll make an Endangered Species of his posse;
Sic my crazy training holo-droid on them: murder by PROXY!
Shaaked and shaken by my lyrics, you'll be sent to the abyss:
Find no Salvation once this Rogue casts down his Shadow; be Eclipsed!
It took eleven-thirty-eight attempts at replicating this;
Luke killed a Rancor? Padawan's play; watch me fry far bigger fish,
And I'm glad to have died a hero: had I lived, resuming villainy,
My dark self would have fucked up the entire classic trilogy!

This Star Destroyer-destroyer thinks he's such a massive deal,
But he's about to get blindsided; learn just how his master feels!
Knuckles: We'll harrow you until your faces all go solid white, you clowns,
Then form a council and, like Finitevus…
Echidnas: …Vote to put you down!

Galen Marek:
How's Mobius intend to top my Force Unleashed; Rule Thirty-Four?!
Kyle Katarn: Knux ain't a true original; just look to Sonic's early lore!
Dash Rendar: My contract called for eighteen bars, so… does this mean I get a raise?
Princess Leia: What? No, you scruffy-ass nerf herder!
Dash Rendar: Well, then… off to hyperspace! (*WHOOSH!*)
(*Kyle Katarn and Galen Marek are inadvertently caught up in the Outrider's hyperspace jump…*)

Luke Skywalker:
…Something tells me that ship won't be back to stage our timely rescue;
Like our foes post-Doomsday, seems it's time to try a different venue:
I propose that our next generation join in on this jam!
Mara Jade: I'm not about to bring our son into this, Luke!
Princess Leia: Well, then, I am!

Anakin Solo:
I'm burdened with the duty of absolving grandpa's twisted legacy,
But I ain't stressing here, for never would I join this enemy!
A chosen child Golden Globe Champ just like Ricky Schroder,
Prophecies attest: I represent the future of the Order.
Making enemies envious ever since I was in diapers,
Your Mongoose is cooked; it's her swan song once I start up a cypher,
For this Solo isn't solo in word-melding on the mic:
It's truly Triple Trouble for you when we launch our sibling-strike!

Jaina Solo:
It's Twin Suns leader, standing by no longer; here for little brother!
Jacen Solo: …With her twin, sons, and we share a stronger bond than any other!
It won't take five years of searching to reveal you stand for nothing:
You're as fake as the Imperium's alleged leader; fronting!
Try to hunt us down with your guerrilla tactics, and get owned,
Because I'll slay your would-be queen before she ever takes the throne!
Jaina: I'm all in favor of diversity, within the realm of reason,
But come on: a French coyote; are your writers trying, even?
I'm to be addressed as "Goddess", suckers; didn't you get the memo?
This Sword of the Jedi's sharp as a molecular stiletto!
Jacen: Know I won't embrace your painful raps, for empty are your words:
There's more worth learning in the ramblings of some torture-happy bird!
Jaina: We've got the moves like Jagged, Felling you in one decisive swoop:
Sticking it to you doubly, to throw you for your final loop!
Though I've seen Darkest Knights returned to light, you're way past all redemption!
Jacen: Violence is the answer here, and I'll end you, no qualms, no question!
Anakin: Taking up Kenobi's blade, which I retrieved, I'll strike you down,
And death won't make you powerful; I'll always have the higher ground!
Jaina: We're pushing past the Edge of Victory…
Jacen: …And you right off a cliff!
Solos: The holocaust these furballs face is no mere propaganda myth!
Jaina: My tricks will mess with mental sensors 'til you can't tell friend from foe!
Jacen: To stave off your Light future-vision, there are no lengths I won't go!
Anakin: I started heresy among the Vong's untouchables, but still:
We're Shaming you such that you couldn't recover were that what I willed!

Sonic the Hedgehog:
I'm reassuming center stage again to kick your sorry tails,
Self-chosen as the one who'll bring back harmony, so sorry, Tails!
With fifty rings in hand, I'll blow you off your feet a second time;
Bring consequences far more dire than those winds in Vector Prime!
Super Sonic: This Chaos-Agent's trumped "Perfection" and curb-stomped wack salamanders,
And as non-robotic lizards go, call me your Finalhazard!
Like a Supreme Overlord with not a single string attached,
I'm unlimited to the seventh power; Palpatine's no match!
Equipped with but a single Emerald-set, of extras, I've no need
To send you to your Myrkr; striking you with Hyper-Sonic speed!
Taking a page from my Thoraxian performance as I spit this,
You'll go down in flames disastrously like my name was Iblis!

Anakin Solo:
Brother, sister, tell Tahiri that I'll be returning shortly
From confronting this piss-colored prick, achieving utter glory.
I'll release a wave of lyrics that'll rock your world forever:
One that couldn't be stopped by you and Mega Man both put together!

Super Sonic:
I could decimate your cosmos Star by Star! What are you thinking,
Messing with the force that brought the dinosaurs to re-extinction?
It's my specialty to rise to challenges no other could;
A second great big Feisty softie's 'bout to get that understood… (*STRIKE!*)

Anakin Solo:
…Gah, my spleen! Ah, well, no matter; I've still energy aplenty,
And I'd die before surrendering to you, to put it bluntly!
When you feel the white-hot burn of what my power's pouring into,
It'll mess your look up vastly worse than your Memento issue… (*BANG!*)

Sally Acorn:
Sweet Aslan; Sonic, speak to me!
Sonic the Hedgehog: Don't worry; I had rings left!

Princess Leia:
My dear baby!
Mara Jade: Are you okay, Annie?
Jaina Solo: Please get up…
Jacen Solo: …Yeah, he's dead.
Mara Jade: What?!
Luke Skywalker: No, no, that's not true; that's impossible!
Princess Leia: What have I done?!
Jacen: I need to go rethink my life, not back at home, but on the run!
Sally Acorn: Ha!
Jaina: Don't you dare laugh, fuzballs; this is all your fault; you murdered him!
I should abduct you for lab testing; think more Felidae than NIMH!
Luke Skywalker: I fear it's my anger and hatred from which what we've suffered stemmed,
So though the Jedi will continue, it's time for this feud to end…

So… what does this mean?
Antoine: That the Mobian world-victory's renewed!
Bunnie: …And not a fat warlord in sight!
Sally Acorn: The glowing eyes are no-shows, too.
NICOLE: It's my home-future's polar-opposite!
Sonic the Hedgehog: We've finally won it all,
And we don't even have to deal with any Wasteland protocol!

Don't celebrate too soon, hedgehog, for I've returned in search of vengeance;
You have no idea what I've Sacrificed for my ascendance!
Nephews of your foes who took their places prior weren't the brightest?
I'm so dark, they couldn't so much as see my heart; the name is Caedus!

Darth Caedus:
Waging most uncivil war, I'm back in black to dominate,
And soon, Antoine, his dad and my dear aunt will share a common fate!
Once I sic my Alliance Guard on you, there's no use in retreating;
Watch as I put a G.A.G. order out against your very breathing!
You're all talk, while I flow-walk in present, past and future tenses,
And I didn't just honor brother with his girl as my apprentice:
It's comeuppance for your team when Anakin returns the favor!
I'll whip Bunnie into Cream, armed with my late Dark Lady's saber.
Ending Sonic will be simple as his wack McDonald's games,
And Sal, I've got a royal prick neck-snapping knack; ask mom's old flame!
Invincible as I Reveal my Fury through Infernal rhymes,
The fans rechristened me, but there's no contest here, you kriffing slimes!

Jaina Solo:
The last live light of Leia's lineage has returned to end your evil;
I've rejected darkness, helped out by Kyp Durron of all people!
Lesser heroes beat up Boba Fett; I put him to good use:
Trained with our former enemy! Between us, though, there'll be no truce!

Darth Caedus:
Ah, sister: I bid you dark greetings; I'd long-wondered where you were!
Come join me, and together, we as twins can smite these rabid cur!
Indeed, I see it now; a vision: you'll fulfill your destiny,
Igniting your lightsaber blade and killing your true enemy! (*STAB!*)

Bunnie Rabbot:
Oh my stars!
Antoine: Mon dieu!
NICOLE: Meh; I've seen worse.
Julie-Su: Hell, I'd do that to my sis…
Knuckles: She's gone mad!
Dimitri: Whatevs; kill me, for all I care.
Rotor: Do something, highness!
Sally Acorn: Let's be rational here; think before you use that laser-arm…
…It's Sonic's fault, if anyone's!
Sonic the Hedgehog: Wait, what?!

Jaina Solo:
I mean none of you harm.
Each one of us has said some nasty things throughout this battle's course,
And that's what cost my brothers' lives, such is the Dark Side of the Force,
So though I hate you, your whole franchise, and your fans' furfaggotry,
I won't kill you, for that would just perpetuate this tragedy!

…Did somebody say "tragedy"?

Darth Plagueis:
I'm a Munn of wealth and taste who needn't be self-introduced,
Repping the reemergence of ways a millennium reclused!
Manipulating midi-chlorians? I've maximized the biz,
So let me educate you on my origins, and all that jizz:
Ol' Tenebrous may not have been my father, but he was my daddy;
Even so, I silenced him, and now he yearns for screaming badly.
No malady you can bring, though, could so much as shut my mouth up:
What I spit is Venemis; that, I leave rivals with no doubt of.
Although not exactly old, my legend's legacy's eternal:
Look to Tarkin; call me Darth Da Vinci, so dope are my journals!
Not delaying, I'll show what wicked wisdom's held behind Damask;
Your group couldn't take me down with more than FourDee arms' combined attacks!
For my foes' ancient prophecy's hijacking, I've been vying lots,
But as for your alleged "Chosen One", I give no flying fox!
These beats go by the Rule of One; I'd hardly call it irony
That you could save yourselves from death by others' hands, but not from me!

Sonic the Hedgehog:
Your mind is surely Plagued by something; why the long face, Darth BoJack?
Rotor: We won't forgive you, anyway, so get the fuck out Knothole, hack!
Bunnie Rabbot: Don't you come touting "immortality" in our town, you old meanie!
Antoine D'Coolette: We'll go Tale of the Three Brothers on you, striking far less cleanly!

Darth Plagueis:
What in San Hill are you thinking, fighting back? You cannot thwart me;
I'll be chosen winner, fair and square: the votes are due in shortly… (*BLAM!*)
Freedom Fighters: AW, SHIT!
Darth Plagueis: …Oh, drop the feigned surprise; there's no need for pretending.
What did you expect based on the opera scene; a happy ending? (*BOOM!*)

It seems your Qin-esque quest for life eternal was in vain,
But fret not, "master"; I'll take in your stead the new Empire's reins!
You should have settled for possession; I know well that power's merits,
Case in point: my evil essence's transference to these lyrics!
Hitting woodland critters far worse than some droids attacking Wookiees,
One could say death spared a great deal of distress for Master Mundi!
Snuffing Sal like Spidey's Stacy, orders left unexecuted,
But Count on it, Dookie-heads, that I won't hesitate to do it!

Sally Acorn:
Our spy network's got your number, Dawg; it doesn't take a Sleuth,
You all-bark, lying, far-side Dark Side douchebag, self-orphaned as a youth!
Sonic the Hedgehog: We're turning your own words against you, for with ours, we're flowing hate,
And screw the senate: this sick cypher will be what decides your fate!

Emperor Palpatine:
I am this cypher! As for senates, Sonic, let me tell you something:
You remind me of Jar Jar; one fool got played, and one's a Gungan!
They staved off 'Twan's planned demise with fan-outcry and cosmic waves,
But once I'm fed up with him, he's a goner no reboot could save!
Don't go 'round dissing me tonight: it's bound to take your whole world's lives,
And it's no mere bad moon I speak of: there's a Death Star on the rise!
Match your dumb dash against my spinning lunge? I'd like to see you try;
Now, thunderously and to mass-applause, young hedgehog, you will die…

Doctor Eggman:
Zapping as usual, I see; go eat my Crocodile's gun!
I'm highest of the Overlanders, and there can be only one,
Cross-zone encounters notwithstanding; that's what saved me way back when:
I nuked the world, then hopped dimensions just to do it all again!
I've heard rotund robotic folks excel at ending you for good;
Clean Sweeping floors with you, you Sheevposted in the wrong neighborhood!
Though twenty-plus post-EndGame issues passed before I would arrive,
This'll be over faster than your reign, had you said "Sixty-Five"!
Check out my Legion: we are many, and above discrimination;
Kukkus flock beneath my wing, while I annex echidna nations!
I possess a magic touch, and my big brother knows it well.
My Death-ship's one tough Egg to crack; yours takes one shot to blow to Hell!

Emperor Palpatine:
Oh, don't bring up your puny parody of my great superweapon,
For compared, you'll find it pales, just like my face upon arresting!
Although I'm the old man here, try throwing off the Emperor's groove,
And get dropped harder than the ARK with your granddaddy's dying move!

Doctor Eggman:
I'll take control of my whole horde, press on with alternating tactics,
And D.E.L.ete your sorry ass; you'll be devoured by my Badniks!
It's my most triumphant moment since issue one-seven-five:
Brace for a fall no form of Emerald could allow you to survive…
(*Palpatine is sent plummeting to his death and explodes for no reason…*)

Palpatine, Emperor Reborn:
Did you think hatching that old hat hatch-trick would truly do me in?
You seem to be confusing me with he who taught me, Julian,
For when it comes to saving my own self from death, I can and have:
Back with my Empire's Darkness up twofold, and wrinkles down by half!
I have no time for naming heirs; I'm an eternal autocrat!
You'll never hold such power; not again: those Bem freaks saw to that.
I'm brewing up a Forceful storm, Eclipsing your Egg Fleet by far;
You'll fall to madness as I squash you like the wretched bug you are!
Returned by Byss from the abyss, watch me tear Mon Cala to bits,
Springing a trap so devastating, Ackbar's warning won't do shit!
I needn't share my son's defects to see through all your ploys blindfolded;
Just take it from my apprentice, in my image newly-molded…

Luke Skywalker:
You know what they say, and I ain't talking more being merrier:
If you can't beat them, join them; my new master couldn't be scarier,
And so I'm fighting for the strongest side, dark though it clearly is!
Don't underestimate its power, as I quite severely did!
I've got this covered, going deep like Quinlan Vos for Shadow Hand;
Ask Endor's vets: there's strength in simply acting under his command!
Now, summoned once more from far, far away to carry out his bidding,
I'll be crashing Carriers; smashing through barriers with spitting!
…Also: kidding! (*SLASH!*)
Yo, Hideous: how's that for sabotage?
As if I'd evercrap, it's that blue butthole and his entourage;
I'm not about to start with you again!

Doctor Eggman:
…Then try his nemesis,
And get served with Mobian bacon; think my namesakes, Benedict!
I'm Warlord-Doctor Julian Ivo Eggman Robo-Kintobor,
And I'm gonna be a rapping star before this battle's over!
Neither your arch-foe's rebirth nor my own Prime-self's lasted long,
But I'm like Hamill's other tour de force: immune to staying gone! (*BOOM!*)

Snively Robotnik:
It's just been revoked, dear uncle; now, at last, I see your heart,
And it's my turn, for reals this time: can't cancel this before it starts!
While his fat ass fills up the Void, I'll fill the void left, taking power:
Bay's Starscream, but to survive here, I don't have to be a coward!
You'll soon share my cousin's fate: G.U.N.ned down with cruel efficiency;
My rhymes are programmed for annihilating you specifically!
Long live me four times over, for both Emperors are double-dead;
There's fewer out there who could stop me now than hairs left on my head!

Palpatine, Reborn Again:
Did you ever hear of the tragedy wrought by my resurrection?
It's not a story Disney would tell you; it's a Star Wars Legend!
Palpatine is no mere Pac-Man; past three lives, I have loads more!
Take on them all, and I'll need no grand plan for winning that Clone War.
I see just what you're made of, Colin, and you shouldn't pose a problem:
You're a bit of Grimer Wormtongue mixed with twice as much of Gollum!
While your sister-kinship's Hopeless, you'll find me still less forgiving:
Get out of this battle, my Empire, and this realm of living!

Snively Robotnik:
Oh, I won't be cucked again by you and your decaying cells:
I'll feed you to your rank Rancors; chop down your flimsy citadel!
You'll find I've been preparing for this like you should have for the Vong,
For I'm DYNAMAC, and I've waited long…
?????????: Yes, I'll bet you have!
Luke Skywalker: Han; what are you doing here?!

Han Solo:
In Oscar's words, a very brief cameo:
Think The Lego Movie; dropping by real quick, I'll soon have to go.
Thankfully, all that I need deliver here's a single blast,
'Cause Palpatine's no Greedo; I'll be proud to say I shot him last! (*KA-BANG!*)

Snively Robotnik:
…Well, that's just perfect! Now, his very soul is sealed away,
And the Empire entire's in a dire state of disarray,
With many warlords out there, feuding over territories, splintered;
Rising up, I'll claim the mantle as the one and only victor!
(*Glowing red eyes appear in the foreground…*)

Ladies and gentlemen…
…The moment you've been waiting for…
…The pride of Mount Tantiss…

Grand Admiral Thrawn:
Seeing Sheev's shortsightedness as to succession, I'm his Heir apparent:
The exception to perceptions against aliens' "aberrance"!
Failure's fatal under Vader; with manpower, I don't squander it:
You're kriffing with the living Mitth behind the whole Triumvirate!
I am the very model of an Imperial Admiral,
Who studies matters cultural, artistic and behavioral
To form psychological profiles of my foes for masterful
Strategic tactics carried out with minimal collateral
Damages; I can manage shit! Abandon ship, you Muppet:
I'm as Far Outside your scope as those who'd slaughter the Republic!
Lessers of my rank are best remembered for creating memes;
When I see traps, they're neutralized with tact: no need of making scenes!
The Force can Chiss my ass; I'm more than just another silly wizard
Villain: chilling in my ship with trick-resisting kitty-lizards!
You should catch an Outbound Flight from here: get out the path of Thrawn,
The mighty menace never met by the main cast; think Wrath of Khan!
The aftermath of Zahn's post-Endor event-chronicling creation
Paved the way for countless tales; indeed, my very reputation
Carried sequels even following my own untimely slaying!
Thus, I borrow back from Saw: game over, Snively; thanks for playing.

Snively Robotnik:
Bah! I'll end your Flimsy legacy; abort your every clone!
You ought to know: this little bastard's next up for the Iron throne,
But unlike Joffrey, once with my love, I'll be far less choking-prone,
For though the red-eyed one's against me here, I still am not alone…

Iron Queen Regina Ferrum:
Let me be Frank: a Storm's a-brewing, per this Iron Maiden's will:
A Beastly bitch, I've got your Number; Troopers, best Run to the Hills!
Wanna compare yourself to Khan? I'll make a Monkey out of you,
And you'll be never seen again, as it seemed I would post-debut,
But I'm a real-deal comeback queen there can be no impersonating;
Didn't come here to make fans: I'll need but one to douse your flaming!
Like Lien-Da, your resistance will blow right up in your face;
A padded cell will be your home as I usurp and take your place!
I wedded that Old Iron King, but I rule over more than Ash:
Have my own posse of dark brides; for you, each one of them's a match!
You'd better keep a Constant Vigil once I've started hatching plans:
My Reach is Endless; check my Conquests, forces Storming clashing clans!
I couldn't hold NICOLE's control? I'm glad: we cut our weakest lynx!
I got exiled? Need you be reminded what your species thinks?
What you found admirable in that brute's backstabbing is a mystery;
I'll show you what it truly means to be done in artistically!

Grand Admiral Thrawn:
Oh, quit your badgering; you're dumber than Natasi Daala,
And as queens go, you're about as threatening as Amidala!
You chose midget over minotaur? Well, love can be surprising;
Step to me, though, and your ass will see a second huge downsizing!

Snively Robotnik:
Bullcrap, as when you "returned" before! I won't abide being lied to:
Like Honoghr's "restoration", we'll be coming back to bite you!
Iron Queen Regina Ferrum: Don't you underestimate the sway my Magitek can grant;
Just ask the Freedom Fighters of my kingdom! Oh, that's right: you can't!

Grand Admiral Thrawn:
Listen, Maleficent: you're merely an interim enemy;
A temporary threat at best, fleeting in your relevancy.
I built a legacy! Intent on ending me tonight? That's rich;
I'll throw you down a well, ensuring that you suffer with my wish!
Sparing your life based on your youth was a mistake; beyond erroneous,
And you talk of taking my place, yet you failed to even notice
When your love was left to rot, swapped out for his own wack invention!
One need not be a Shinobi to get shit past your attention,
So if your Dominion's Iron, my Empire's Durasteel:
The Hand of Thrawn just bitch-smacked Regina Repulsa; left her sealed,
For my regime's unrivaled throughout this entire lame dimension!
?????????: Well, then, let me up the Anti with a lesson in Suppression!

Scourge the Hedgehog:
I'm a heartless hardass of a 'hog who's here to rattle you,
And who no other holds so much as a Shard of a Shadow to!
My deadbeat dad preached peace, the pussy, but you'll find I'm nothing like him;
Baby, fail to hail this king, and be reduced to nothing, like him!
I'm no faking poser, and I make my cohorts follow suit;
These battle scars you see? Authentic!
Patch: Aye… he speaks the awful truth!
Scourge: Conceived as but a Trek satire, I've since seen to our divergence;
Got more than a beard by which to be discerned from lesser versions!
Chaos flows through Scourge's person, making haters green with envy:
No Zone holds this multiversal menace long; no being can end me,
Nor can mutinies or parallel-plane prisons worse than Hell,
And once I claim the Beryl's power, know it's highly personnel.

Grand Admiral Thrawn:
Seeing, Snot-nose, as it's apparent you're a copycat-Bizarro,
Why don't you make like the O.G. did in Moore's Man of Tomorrow?
I need not research this uncultured cretin to get him reeling;
You'll take no pride in the scars sustained from what blows I'll be dealing.

Scourge the Hedgehog:
My breakout with the Destructix stuck it to those prim, snide cops,
And it reminds me of your final fate: both deals were Inside Jobs,
And that's no wingnut theory, yo; I ain't that kind of Anarchist!
Man, no one in your galaxy alive today could handle this!

Darth Revan:
…Then step into an even longer time ago in history,
And face a wartime Star equipped for Forging lyrics endlessly!
This time, it's I who gives the wake-up call: you're under an attack;
I've got the route to the destruction of this sucker fully-mapped,
No Rakatan relics required for this Knight to knock a knave!
Call me a Krayt; no tricks can trounce me once you've stepped inside my cave!
I saved the first Sith from the grave, expelled the darkness from my lover,
And took down an Empire built up by, spoiler alert: none other
Than myself, surpassing Anakin in plot twists and atonement,
While as character development goes, Teethree outdoes this rodent!
Like a twenty-one Pazaak roll, you'll go bust against me, fool;
While Malachor was sacrificed, I'll save the puny world you rule,
Freeing it as I did Star Wars' first lesbian from slavery,
And good luck trying to reclaim it: Revanchism's named for me!
Though Calo Nord came back for more, here, there won't be another round;
I've seen same-hued hedgehogs of greater worth in Sonic Underground!

Scourge the Hedgehog:
You should go now, Grey Warden Shepard: time has left you worse for 'Ware;
Like your exploits on Taris, your doomed efforts here ain't worth the care!
Watch this Archie cross-cosmos-Hopper hammer-smash your buddy Carth,
Bombardments blowing your mind worse than your own understudy Darth!

Darth Revan:
Once I take you to Trask, you'll last about as long as Ulgo, punk;
Your only friends in your whole wretched world sold you out for a skunk!
This Old Republican's no John McCain; the only hammer dropping
Is your skanky psycho girlfriend's mallet on your rotten noggin!

Scourge the Hedgehog:
You think Rosy is my love interest?! That's every bit as true
As the identity they tricked the player into giving you,
While I'm a different kind of "player" altogether with the ladies,
Though one foxy chick outshines the rest: come out and take it, baby…

Fiona Fox:
It's Fiona, in the flesh for real; no wack automaton:
Nicking this track like Rouge's would-be steals, and that's a promise, son!
I'm coming at you with a mighty Bark, though don't look for a bite;
Why would I need the latter when the former's paired with Dynamite?
Left lost in my own world with naught, I now co-rule a new dimension;
Talk about a tale of immigrant success, and not to mention:
No princess is here to shut me up!
Sally Acorn: Well, actually, I-
Fiona Fox: Silence!
As the queen here, I'll be first to deal gut-punches, starting violence!
Best not bother if to bring me back to light is what you're after:
I'm beyond redemption, though I pulled a Shawshank on my captors!
Sonic had his chance to save me long before the darkness took me;
Now, I'm proud to be at Scourge's side, and it's true: we have cookies!
I blindsidingly betrayed like Terra did the Titans way back,
Though with my beast boy, I stayed, and now, for dissing him, it's Payback:
Your whole soul will split in two, erasing every memory;
As vicious to you with one verse as Vitiate's three centuries!

Darth Revan:
For loving this green brute, to be a monster is Fiona's fate,
But in contrast to Shrek, what these no-stars embody's death and hate!
If psychopathy turns on this degenerate and vile vixen,
Let me boot an old friend back up; demonstrate its definition…

Query: what the fuck did you just say about my owner, son?!
I'll have you know: my Jedi-purging prowess predates Order One!
I'm unit HK-47; battle-rapping is my mission:
No unwieldy superweapon, I take action with precision!
If a new droid army's what you covet, mine's the G0-T0 model;
It's the big one for this red fox when I come at her full-throttle,
And without the confrontation cut from uploads of this content, nary
A furball-meatbag's life functions left continued. Commentary:
Though repurchased for purposes of Tusken-translation,
I was made for raiding, specializing in assassination!
Statement: no bolt of restraint could stop my sick shit-spouting here;
My personality's prevailed through passage of four thousand years!
Releasing rapid rhymes like bullets from my namesake rifle's mags,
Awaiting master's signal to assault with more than verbal jabs,
This Hunter-Killer is High-King among mechanical emcees,
And miles past all rivals, while your Miles wrecked your regency!

Fiona Fox:
Those bare-Bones bars don't faze me, Mister, and our victory is imminent:
We'll leave less of you than your plans for Sith Empire citizens!
Scourge the Hedgehog: With spitting as acidic as the Tomb of Naga Sadow,
Watch us make an HK jetpack and fly out of Revan's Shadow!

Mockery: you literally just announced your own retreat;
You call me bare-bones, yet you're more like douchebags for your lack of meat!
Darth Revan: Ask my apprentice how I treat smart-Aleks mouthing off to me;
They may have messed up my brain, but I'll give you both lobotomies!

Ixis Naugus:
My mind's come back from damage just as bad, so don't expect you'll stump me
Once this triple threat takes to the ring, and things get extra-Ugly!
I'm four fifths of Captain Planet with the powers that I harness:
Water, Earth and Wind, plus Fire, all combined, although I'm Heartless!
I won't fall back into Silence as my magic joins this war:
I'd no hand in its instigation, and discern no threat from yours!
Though it's not Sat A.M.'s third season, Moleman's fourth should do just fine:
I'll make you fear your very shadow as I catch you from behind!
Born out of flying into the sun like an Icarian inversion,
Now I'm knocking icky nig-nogs; it's my lyrical Resurgence!
No time-travelled intervention will avert my rise to dominance,
Crowned fairly by the populace; they revel in my opulence!
While much mystic manipulation brought my robo-rival's fall,
Assassinating this 'bot's character should take no tricks at all!
You're more than one-third bats if you'd attempt to fight this awesome mage;
It's no Smash tournament, but still I'll send you flying off the stage!
My dear apprentice knows too well the full extent of my dark influence,
And by the bones of Vale, I'll see yours shattered into crystal bits!
This ancient menace kickstarted the whole lore of a series:
There'd be no Robotnik otherwise; no conflict-source comes near me!

Three hundred sixty-five trillion sentient people…
Three hundred sixty-five trillion men, women and kids…
Three hundred sixty-five trillion lives lost to evil…
THAT'S how you measure all the shit my kind did!

Nom Anor:
…And if there's one to thank for starting up the whole campaign, it's me:
The vanguard of the Forceless force that harrowed Orders heinously!
I buried the Empire's Council, planted seeds of planet-feuds,
And for the days of Palpatine, inspired newfound gratitude,
Such was the magnitude of what intergalactic terror we wrought,
Just as the intent of this event-shaping Intendant had sought!
Now, reemerging from the shadows, scouting time is at an end,
As the Yuuzhan Vong rap-invasion fleet upon you now descends!
The eighth cortex contains more knowledge than your world entire's chances;
While you hide away in Voids, our ships traverse their vast expanses.
Piercing my crab-armor, think your giant lobster-claw can manage?
Try to find a weak point here, and get attacked for massive damage!
Escalating to the tops of charts, I'll tear you limb from limb
As I confront your lot head-on, no masquerades nor pseudonyms,
And here's an honest prophecy: it's this whole planet's transmutation;
Remade by my flows' sheer sickness via verbal Vongformation!
Sonic fought those who'd replace all living matter with machines,
But let's see how he fares against the polar-opposite extreme!
Bestowing blessed pain upon you, per my people's solemn creed,
I'm all-consuming on the mic like Grutchins, swarming; "Nom", indeed!

Ixis Naugus:
The voices in my head agree, for once, that yours is full of crap:
Your stupid ass got played by Ackbar, falling right into his trap!
My eldritch incantations, though, will take your further still Ebaq:
You weren't the big bad, even falsely; yo, get Kefka on this track!

Nom Anor:
I spit it hotter than our tripods, repping my gods; roasting rivals:
Though my spores were non-transmissible, this verse is going viral!
While I went down with my ship, you couldn't escape this if you tried,
For it's the end of your world as you know it when ours both collide!

Mammoth Mogul:
You wanna bet? I've been around since take two of prehistory;
Seen it survive despite my reigns of terror and Ixis wizardry!
I'm top contender for Mobian multiversal Mastery;
A stone-age-borne immortal, here to Vandalize you Savagely!
The mammoth's in the room; I'll state the obvious soon as I enter:
Wage a war against your "Knights of Life" that's sure to be remembered!
As for jacking energies, I'm without equal: ask Dimitri;
Knuckles, too, knows well the deathly gravity of trying to cheat me.
I've got something on my chest, but what I'm saying won't relieve it;
As the Fearsome Foursome's single sire, I do as I see fit!
I just can't be kept encased, and no one walks all over me,
While lesser Ancients who would try get taught their lessons mortally!
Watch me force foes into submission even from a cell, imprisoned;
I'll bring Shame your goddess of a thousand eyes couldn't see forgiven!
You'll know pain that's Shaied away from by your species' sickest breeds;
This Executor faces execution by my rap-stampede!

Nom Anor:
Though Sekot's coming caught me by surprise, I truly do expect it
That your heresy won't take two hundred years to be regretted!
It's long-due extinction for this mastodonic hunk of fail
Who lost his "omnipotence" to that idiotic Hulked-out Tails!

Mammoth Mogul:
I came back from that loss, one meant to leave me in eternal shambles,
Rising as Casino Kingpin; talk about a fruitful gamble!
While your jihads rage, I see the true True Way to victory,
Because I know no age; I'll just stay, waiting, 'til you're history!

…Then try somebody history forgot, and yet who's still here, kicking,
Cheshire smile grinning ear-to-ear and tendril-fingers flicking!
Let the last One be the last one claiming this song for her taking,
For with all the chaos wrought here, it's high time I reawakened!
I'm the grossest hostess with the most host bodies out there, squirming;
One bad Mother, now engaging in a different sort of Serving!
The Jedi won't be the only wizards meeting gruesome Fates;
King of New Mobotropolis? I'm the Galactic Chief of State!
Beyond all shadows of a doubt, I walk the highest mental plane;
An Abel who was able to out-evil her own family's Cain!
Call me "Beloved Queen of Bars" as I win over fans in scores;
Breathe life into these beats, all while consuming every ounce of yours!
I'll drive you mad, instilling fears of all your loved ones being replaced,
Then bring exactly that to pass, and soon, I'll come to wear your face;
And I bet you thought those automatons were cause enough for worry!
I out-gambitted the Sith; what threat is this Lost Tribe of Furries?

Mammoth Mogul:
Who got Lovecraft in my Star Wars?! …Sonic's presence notwithstanding.
While you may have forced sides Light and Dark to work together, banding,
It'll take no dagger for my cutting words to do you in,
For I'm a monolith of power; yours is spread out far too thin!

Across millennia, my containment was the end to which they saw,
But no black hole's as vastly empty as what spews out from your Maw!
Your so-called worldly wisdom's naught next to what Knowledge I've absorbed:
I gaze into the future, seeing myself, throne-seated and adored!
Alas, nobody here is close to fit to be my Son or Daughter;
Let you drink from my cup? Nah; methinks I'll simply have you slaughtered!
Luke Skywalker at his strongest failed to stop this permanently;
I'm the ghastliest galactic geist! What possibly could end me?

No one in your galaxy, but look to one far, far away,
Or rather: one that yours is far, far away FROM, as I should say…

Mickey Mouse:
Hey Luke, try and bullseye this rodent: not your tepid blue opponent,
But a mouse about to snatch your galaxy up, out to own it!
It's a deal four billion dollars and theme park rides in the making:
No rebellion is undoing my empire's overtaking!
With the Lucas arcs and Arts at ends, I'll reignite their glory,
And the world will Marvel at a whole new breed of Star Wars Story:
With sequel-seeds sown, see speculation surging; oh, the mystery!
Luke Skywalker: But they've already documented our entire history…
Mickey Mouse: Boy, I don't give a human's ass! A god's with what you're dealing,
And your niece and son'd be wise about this, having a bad feeling;
With my property-gauntlet complete, there'll be no need for violence,
Making geeks cry out in terror as all apocrypha are silenced!
Jaina Solo: Grand Master Skywalker, I don't feel so good…
Princess Leia: What are you doing?!
Mickey Mouse: Bringing perfect balance to this cosmic canon through rebooting,
And removing more than half of all its convoluted lore,
Our substitution for that crap being what I brought this dude in for…

J. J. Abrams:
Prepare for awesomeness: this J. J. is a far cry from Binks,
Because I'm making Star Wars great again, and cutting weak links!
I'm about to bring this franchise back to life, unlike Emperor Sheev,
Armed with a master plan to rival that of Lost up my sleeve!
As with the other Star series, I'll reinvent it;
Your canon's just like the Jedi: it's time to end it!
Whoever follows all this stuff's got to be demented;
I mean, come on, really: Vader's secret apprentice?!
Your Old Republic-time lore? I straight-up reject it,
Even if BioWare still gets to document it!
My trilogy's sure to please the prequels' haters:
I'll bring in strong female leads, Stormtrooper-traitors,
And Kylo Ren, and I don't mean Stimpy's friend, bitch;
Watch me take off a bigger chunk of the E.U. than Brexit!
Change is at hand; the Death Star plans?
Yo, we've got a squad of martyrs, and Kyle ain't one!
Killing off Chewbacca? Well, that's a load of caca;
Instead, just watch the sole Solo child shank Han!
You see, I'm on a mission to fulfill Disney's vision;
If some books say it's impossible, my First Order of business
Is to nix that shit, rehash A New Hope's schtick,
And execute a great purge surpassing Sidious' Sixty-Six!
Don't fuck with me; I'll waste you worse than Gwen Christie,
'Cause your Legacy means less to me than Snoke's identity!
We contrived Leia to survive, even after Carrie died,
But following this so-called "Legends" crap? I'll never let it fly!

Sonic the Hedgehog:
Think you can slip a Mickey in past us? Well, you're intoxicated;
This is all-out verbal warfare; who are you to moderate it?
Mickey Mouse: "Moderate"? I'm here to take what's mine; don't bother facing me:
I screwed you over way back in my days of claiming A.B.C.s,
When my pristine programming shooed your schlock off One Saturday Morning,
Never to be aired again, while my monopoly was forming!
Sally Acorn: That was you?! My God, it all makes too much sense; I should have known this!
Mickey Mouse: Don't take personal offense; you were beneath my very notice,
For the day your show was cancelled, forcing you to go a new way,
May have changed your life forever, but for me, bitch, it was Tuesday!
Plus, it's old news anyway; what are you even gonna do?
Now, back to my new acolyte: I'll Luke Skywalk all over you!
Luke Skywalker: I won't surrender quietly!
Mickey Mouse: Well, that's persistence I can't permit;
In my timeline, you give up and live on as a haggard hermit,
Milking mammaries of animals like manatees in girth,
All while I'm annually milking this franchise for all it's worth!

Princess Leia:
How could George Lucas let this happen?!
Sally Acorn: Now you know just how I feel:
My lot's gone two decades dismissed by Sega; never held as "real"!
Sonic the Hedgehog: Yet, even Twenty-Five Years Later, still our comic's going strong!
?????????: Impressive, but watch as I prove every word of that sentence wrong!

Ken Penders:
How's it been going, Ogilvie? It's me, your good old uncle Kenny,
Back to retake my rightful property and make a pretty penny!
Once I start up, serving legal threats, they'd best not be ignored,
Because you'll find the wrath of Penders mightier than any sword!
You're looking at the shaper of the Mobius you know and love:
The planter of the seeds for family trees you're but components of!
I introduced the multiverse and Knux' entire heritage,
But find Flynn's flimsy writing with them in my absence meritless!
I've thus returned…
Sally Acorn: To write for us again?
Ken Penders: What; no: are you retarded?!
I'm reclaiming all those concepts, getting my own series started!
Knuckles: So… a spinoff?
Ken Penders: …With ties cut from Sega and Archie alike!
Julie-Su: Fanfiction, then?
Ken Penders: For profit!
Sonic the Hedgehog: Uh, dude: ever heard of copyright?
Ken Penders: Well, duh; why else would I be here, if not to sue for my creations?
Scourge the Hedgehog: …From a franchise in whose origins you'd no participation?!
Ken Penders: Yup, and that includes you too, Evil!
Scourge: Wait, what?!
Fiona Fox: Are you moronic?!
It was Ian who evolved him from a simple clone of Sonic!
Ken Penders: Shut up, bitch; I own you, too!
Bunnie Rabbot: You wrote her flesh and blood in, sure…
Rotor: The name, appearance and identity, though, stem from Gallagher!
Ken Penders: Whatever, fag; I'll see you all in court, and BioWare as well!
Darth Revan: …The fuck'd we do?!
Ken Penders: Brotherhood bit my Legion; anyone could tell!
NICOLE: Need I show you the laws of writing contracts of the licensed kind?
Ken Penders: Oh, just be thankful someone else has a firm claim on your design!
Man, I wrote some of your best stuff!
Antoine D'Coolette: …And the majority of our worst!
Dimitri: Now, you're just plain backstabbing us, to quote your use of Hitler's words!
Ken Penders: Well, mark my own: I'll settle this on my terms if it takes a decade;
Stop at nothing to ensure my tales of Lara-Su can get made!
Knuckles: That's my future daughter, dickhead; how can it be your intention
To use such a relative when I can't be so much as mentioned?!
Ken Penders: Age of Ultron got away with it, and plus: I've made some tweaks
To yield a father of my own construction, totally unique!
Ixis Naugus: Oh, let me guess, UkinoKen: you call him "Bluckles"?
Iron Queen: Hypocrite!
Snively Robotnik: You sued for obvious coincidence, and now you pull this shit?!
Ken Penders: Enough, from all of you naysayers who'd dare call me unoriginal!
Know you won't get to testify come hearing time; you're fictional! (*BEAM-UP!*)

Mammoth Mogul:
I fear that something terrible's about to happen…
Sally Acorn: I'd say we have naught to fear but fear itself, from that wack rapping;
There's no chance he'll get away with this! Indeed, I doubt he'll come back;
The proof's surely in the papers from when they brought on that dumb hack!
Ken Penders: …But, as luck would have it, said contracts were nowhere to be found,
And now, for those who'd use my work, to terms of royalties they're bound!
Sonic the Hedgehog: So what's the cost, then?
Ken Penders: Oh, this doesn't fall to you; you have no say in it,
And as for the bigwigs in charge that do, they won't be paying it:
The preservation of the world you know ain't worth their cash,
So now, the plan's to simply shatter it and start over from scratch!
Production on my film pitch, co-opted from Ben Hurst, never set in,
But with what waves I've made, know this truly is your Armageddon!

What just happened; Julie?!
Ken Penders: Ho-ho, I'm afraid you'll find
In this remade reality, you've always been last of your kind!
Snively: My queen; where are you?!
Ken Penders: Gone.
Snively: But why?! You never even wrote her, Ken!
Ken Penders: Well, Julian, you see: to make sure this won't happen over again,
All characters of writers past are toast, from Strom's to Scott's to Bollers',
Leaving those not taken living in a shallow world of squalor!
Sally Acorn: You sick monster… Sonic, hold me…
Ken Penders: Best not cuddle in too close, though:
Sega's new rules say that romance for its mascots is a no-no!
Sonic the Hedgehog: I swear, on my mother's life, you bastard: you will pay for this!
Ken Penders: Ha; you call me that, yet your mandates say: no blood relationships!
Sonic the Hedgehog: This can't be fucking happening…
Ken Penders: Hey, don't be such a moping wreck:
Per policy, you have to keep your uglier emotions checked!
Come on: step it up, and accept that things will never be the same,
For your new status quo is playing it safe and referencing the games,
And so, with your whole series neutered and its drama out of focus,
I set off, victorious and unopposed, to make my opus! (*WARP!*)

Bunnie Rabbot:
…So, what do we do now?
Sally Acorn: There's not a Goddamn thing we can;
All we've been building up's come crashing down, thanks to a single man!
Antoine: So, then… what do we do now?
Sally Acorn: Dying's the first thing that comes to mind:
Perhaps I will fall on a saber of the laser-bladed kind;
Oh happy dagger, end my miserable existence…
Rotor: Sally, no!
NICOLE: If you do this, then Penders wins; is that how you want things to go?
Sally Acorn: Of course it's not, but he's already won! All we know's decimated;
What's left's not worth living for the love of!
?????????: Live, then, for your hatred.

Sally Acorn:
…If it isn't my old nemesis: a 'bot I know and loathe.
I've heard your luck's changed for the better lately; show up here to gloat?
Mega Man: I came to say I'm sorry, Sally, for this was, in part, my doing;
Archie used me as a means to bring your reality's ruin:
"Plot-disrupting cheap crossover crisis" was the card they played,
And from out worlds' contrived collision, only mine emerged unscathed!
Sally Acorn: So what's your point? I thought you hated me.
Mega Man: You thought correctly, bitch,
But I would never wish what's happened, and thought you stronger than this:
You're a vindictive, vicious vixen, not some suiciding whore,
And I know well the pain of being lost as to what one's fighting for!
Ken wants your gloom to give way into senseless, self-inflicted violence;
Wanna spite him? Show you have the strength to live on in defiance.
Sally Acorn: …Oh, you're right, Rock!
Mega Man: Yeah, whatever…
Sally Acorn: I won't go out as a coward;
Carrying on despite what we've lost, I will do all in my power
To honor our former world, and to protect the vestige left!
For hate's sake, Penders, I spit at thee, but it's far from my last breath!

Ian Flynn:
…And I'll be with you!
Sonic the Hedgehog: Flynn?!
Ian Flynn: Here before your semi-cyclopic eyes!
Sally Acorn: …And why should I trust in the Bumble who got me roboticized?
Ian Flynn: Hey, don't go thinking you'd've stayed that way forever per my plans;
I'd've resolved your ordeal awesomely, but never got the chance!
The same goes for St. John's possession, the Echidnas' fate and more;
I strove to bring this series back to what it was created for,
And I'm still here, picking up pieces of your fallen House of Cards,
While bringing in my own ideas for new tales, about to start,
'Cause I'm a writer who's in touch with fans, and won't turn out a traitor!
Antoine: So, what was your plan for my return?
Ian Flynn: Err… I can tell you later!
Sally Acorn: Well, it's sure better than nothing…
Ian Flynn:And than Mighty Number Nine,
Whose basis, I'll admit, I put up to ensuring you'd be fine!
Call me the Adam to your Samus, like the other Other M;
For two decades, you built a cosmos with concepts from under Ken,
And you can do it all again when I take up head author's mantle:
There'll be no setback the world once known as Mobius can't-
Sega Logo: CAN-CELLED!
Ian Flynn: Oh… well, in that case, I'm off to I.D.W.,
For our new Sonic comic, featuring precisely none of you! (*BUZZ!*)

Okay… now, Penders has won.
Sonic the Hedgehog: Sal, I- (*SLAP!*)
Sally Acorn: Save your sympathy,
For you'll forget me soon enough; just let me die with dignity…
Ken Penders: …And, though it took some time to finalize, thus ends your fading 'verse,
With its successor's setting one and same with Sega's gaming works',
For first, I came for those among the cast I'd actually created;
Then, I came for all the storylines, but still I wasn't sated,
So I kept on coming: forced two hundred characters to split,
So when they came to axe the series, none who mattered gave a shit,
And now, there's nothing left for you!
Sally Acorn: You're right; there's no hope to hold onto,
But know: though this is how freedom dies, nobody will applaud you…


(*Single tear…*)
Mickey Mouse: …Jeffrey, why did I come here?
J. J. Abrams: To bring Star Wars into your business?
Mickey Mouse: Yes, and tell me, my apprentice: what the fuck have we just witnessed?
J. J. Abrams: Um… a universe's slow demise, all out of petty spite?
Mickey Mouse: …And is my own agenda being portrayed in that same fetid light?
J. J. Abrams: Well, you are Penders' parallel in this; make what you will of that…
Mickey Mouse: Then, in the name of Uncle Walt, the Mouse is gonna kill a rat!
Ken Penders: …Wait, what?! As franchise-ruiners, the both of us are true to form,
So don't pretend you're any less a monster; what have you to mourn?

Mickey Mouse:
Look, I'll admit I'm not the saint I'm painted as for little kiddies;
That I've trampled over scores for the empire that is Disney,
But for anything that I destroy, far more's built in its place,
And in the galaxy far, far away, there's no shortage of space:
You think I'll let that go to waste, you Goof, or that I'm unaware
Of the importance of world-building to space opera affairs?
Of course I know its worth; why else would it be labelled Legendary?
Having my own vision doesn't mean that it's all dead and buried,
But there's no way that we could've kept the books' lore to a T
While still producing all-new content within continuity,
And even had we gone the route of making direct adaptations,
Literature into movies isn't literal translation!
Obviously, there'll be need for changes from what's been established,
But that doesn't put the E.U.'s concepts on some sort of blacklist:
For reintroductions, I've been all ears as to the demands,
And open to green-lighting projects that do so with what they can!
Grand Admiral Thrawn: He isn't lying, you know!
Mickey Mouse: Check all the names renewed with guidebook-mentions;
Though not everything can fit back in, at least we're paying attention,
All while making sure our own stuff is internally consistent,
Quite unlike the prequels with the Clone Wars' earliest descriptions,
And as for those truly sacrificed, I do hope they're remembered,
Hence the "Jacen" we snuck into Rebels' ending for good measure!
Hell, I let them use that rabbit George himself could never stand,
And all within a mere few years, saying nothing of our future plans!
Even were all the Legends stories straight-ignored, without a trace left,
Still we'd make sure to put decent effort into their replacements,
While your sordid Sonichu abomination work is worthless;
In the time we've put four films out, not one volume of it's surfaced!

Ken Penders:
Holding those new films as decent's where your argument's mistake lies;
Canto Bight's plot was a gamble, where you plainly rolled a snake eyes,
And on the subject of Dice, that Battlefront is a disgrace!
I spit it Rotten, like some audience-Tomatoes in your face!

Mickey Mouse:
You're dissing how I've handled things? That's no mere case of pot and kettle;
More like some peg-legged used car salesman being called out by the Devil!
While I may not value common folk, I value folks that do,
So hear out someone who speaks from a level far more close to you…
J. J. Abrams: Look: there's no question that my master's an unfettered businessman,
And that with fandom, there are things you can't expect he'll understand,
But as a down-to-Earth creator, never mind my subject matter,
How you cannibalized canon disgusts me, you smug backstabber!
The unique world you helped make and how it flourished were miraculous;
No execs on your backs demanding it be Sega-accurate.
Your actions brought all that down, as you knew damn well they would,
When for your cast, spirit-successors could've served you just as good!
We butchered lore for stories of the topmost cinematic shelf;
You butchered lore for stories wanted by nobody but yourself!
Indeed, I've seen the stuff you've teased from this alleged book of yours,
With artwork whose sheer hideousness no lens flaring could obscure:
The whole thing's been doomed from conception; that much, no one is disputing,
While my haters should just wait and see my trilogy's conclusion!
It's hardly a mystery; one needn't think outside the box
To know exactly what's in store as we'll be knocking off your block!
Ken Penders: Well… I'll sue you!
Mickey Mouse: Ha-ha; go right ahead: the Mouse-House always wins!
Though The Clone Wars is coming back, no fan-campaign will save your skin,
Not that this pain has any fans! I'll serve his head upon a platter:
"He killed Kenny;" they'll all say, "I guess he isn't such a bastard."





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…How about you cut it there, and do as Aaron Carter put it:
Jimmy Neutron:
Leave it up to me to show the world just how I beat this carrot-topped kid,
With the hyper-stunted growth and accent screaming "I'm adopted!"
While you live behind a front, what I present is far from feigning,
And I'll show it sevenfold here, no one crying Fowl nor complaining!
3D's rising to preeminence saw me play an essential role,
While it's being generous to even call you two-dimensional;
My words will haunt your dreams 'til you can't speak but to repeat them,
While as for eggs from afar, I over-easily defeat them!
You're a lifelong Ego-Tripper, like Sheen's brain gone ultra-bloated,
With a dumb ass full of hot air; best believe that I'll explode it:
Push your buttons, and I'll make you pay, like Dee Dee's sub-in bitch.
I'll hit a home run with your noggin; call me T.V. Puppet Mitch!
Your Koos is cooked; try and attack with some alleged brilliant plan,
And get the axe still harder than your missiles visiting Japan!
A six-year-old got hired by your management to pen an ep?
Your typical scriptwriters might as well have handed them the rest.
I gaze upon your works, and scoff with triple-to-quintuple "HA!"s;
Lay down trash-talk as heinous as your little Rude-Removal was,
So like the man behind your wack doujinshi tales, prepare to Bleed,
But you can spare Einstein your moping: failure here was guaranteed!

I've heard your I.Q.'s off the charts, but have they checked your mental state;
Addressing people who aren't present? I mean, I, for one, relate,
But if this bout being with a Cartoon Network kid was your impression,
You're on some kind of narcotic, and so hear out my confession:
Dexter Morgan:
Your inventiveness-effectiveness extends not to perceptiveness;
The evidence: you entered this and went expecting tepidness,
Instead of which, you'll fend against this vigilante nemesis!
The title, to be fair, was vague; dare I say: ambiDexterous.
You'll find no monkey business with this scourge on vile men,
For my forte's an altogether other cause to Dial M.
Consider this a warning, Jimbo: you should go into this knowing
That the Nick logo will be far from the only splatter showing.
Think you'll know no harsher hazards than your baddest clone's dimension?
My world holds still-darker matters; enter at your own discretion.
For those I delete, retrieval simply isn't in the question,
Though the errors that earn my ire exceed just any imperfection.
Get back where you need to be, like timeline-truant Thomas Edison,
Before I slap you silly as your student body president;
Your metal mutt should know: my measured methods of malevolence
Are honed to extreme altitudes of evil-ending excellence.

Jimmy Neutron:
Though I've perhaps miscalculated, my mistake's no stumping one;
Don't give me flak for targeting the wrong guy here and jumping guns,
You'd know well all about that from your model-killer case,
Plus from the shot Deb should have fired off, full-throttle, in your face!
You hid in plain sight from the Double-M.P.D.; evaded crews of men?
Get Dave Caruso on the force, and see if they'll get fooled again.
I'd spell out why it isn't right to kill another man,
But clearly, there's no point explaining: psychos just don't understand!

Dexter Morgan:
Shitloads of sheeting set the stages for my killings' consummations,
But I've never seen plasticity quite like your animation's!
You're a sitting duck out here, and though your dad could lend protection,
Other such birds have been deemed as worthier of his attention!
A dark passenger's stowed up in your amusement park armada,
As fixated on rein-taking as your best friend on his llamas,
Not to mention on your mama! I'm this track's true driving force:
A bloody boss at cruelly cutting creeps and stacking slides in scores!
You're packing filler raps, bereft of charge; guess that explains the name,
But this verse won't be butchered by the baddies of Bay Harbor's bane.
Their lot fought not; got caught with shots of knockout medicine to necks,
But when it comes to battles' beats, adrenaline's what I inject!

Jimmy Neutron:
The comic you inspired got you fantasizing hero-scenes,
But here's a verse you couldn't defend from if you tried in your own dreams:
Prepare to eat your scary words; I'm not intimidated, mister!
They'll prove bitterer to swallow than "I will not kill my sister",
While as far as pulling plugs goes, you've my personal assurance
That once you're in the electric chair, there'll be no such occurrence:
Currents surging while you curse my name; a showing truly shocking,
With the only sponge involved among my Nicktoon homies, watching!

Dexter Morgan:
I'm not buying your salesbots, Wrong Trousers and space-transmission toasters;
Watch me dice and ice them all, though I'm the way less vicious Moser,
Who'll command genuine genius in the name of Harry: knock a poser!
Yours falls flat as your own graphics in a Fairly Odd crossover,
Where your wish of winning this would still elude attaining!
Claiming my Doomsday is nigh? You're blatantly hallucinating:
While my psyche holds a presence people see as quite demonic,
Yours is on some other planet even Sheen would find moronic!

Jimmy Neutron:
If you're in the logging business now, then note this in your records:
Jimmy's jabs could fill a novel; Diligently Dissing Dexter.
Your delivery's off-key enough to turn a Twonkie peaceful;
Straying as far from proper rhythm as Showtime from Lindsay's sequels!
Your disastrous endgame saw you abscond off on your boat;
Calamitous could finish up a series on a stronger note,
As when the viewing public's tears gave way to smiles one week later,
And I'll break you even worse still, leaving half your face a crater!

Dexter Morgan:
What a fitting reference, seeing as it's apparent you're on meth;
Your love interest's a C.G. Helga, sans developmental depth!
Like when the P.T.C. got pissed and pushed for prudish editing,
I'll set more triggers off with this than your Bond bootleg's wedding ring:
You think your disses deeply-cutting? I don't feel the slightest twinging;
Mine will shatter all you know in spite of Hugh's space-opera-binging,
For at flesh and flows alike, I peak-perform precise stab takings,
As perfected in the practice as the "candy" your lab's baking.

Jimmy Neutron:
My sick spitting's like the written form of pi: it's endless, man;
The worst besmirching of your image since your real-life biggest fan!
I'll leave you Six Feet Under; torn asunder, making fatal wounds,
And spilling sodium chloride into them by the tablespoon!
You've run on more than long enough; it's high time science cut you down,
And as with barrels of sea monkeys, there'll be silence once you drown!
A crackpot code can curb compulsions, but the truth is that you ought to
Follow daddy's lead from when he saw the fruits of what he'd taught you.

Dexter Morgan:
On suspicion he's a huffer of perfumed megalomania,
My mission's making this brat suffer; cue Megalovania.
I'll show you how a truly bad time looks seen way up-close:
So zoomed-in as to render routines that start every day off gross!
It hardly takes brain surgery to pick apart just what your mind holds,
Blinded to the fact your "science" is inclined to backfire fivefold,
While my tried, true tactics show my skill within the spilling-blood trade,
Taking out the competition like McSpanky's with your upgrades,
And you'll thank me one day soon, when, notwithstanding your shenanigans,
Your town's left slightly safer, with its kids' preferred establishment
Under new management, although the time for that comes later,
So for now, doc, stick to fear and keep your calmness at a nadir.

Jimmy Neutron:
For my future-forays' flaming, you're in no position here
When the best thing you ever did for those you love was disappear!
While my screenwriting venture was a total bust, to state the obvious,
That you won't see this battle's Final Cut is my hypothesis:
I'll not let yours be put to practice; fuck you up preemptively,
The way you wish you'd done in that sick schmuck who struck in sets of three!
Just ask my other foes about the cost of crossing me, Dex,
Once I blast you all the way back to the era of the T. rex!
This foul ogre won't upstage me: it's no first-time animation Oscar!
Think I can't be mercilessly spiteful? See "Hall Monster".
Watch me scorch him like the scapegoat of his worst crimes by his crazy sponsor;
Shrink-ray-zap the worth of iffy Michael C. Hall monsters.

Dexter Morgan:
This last round's the round it happens, and I'll not say this again:
This rocket-boy'd best run away, avoiding witnessing a slaughter.
Stay and watch, and I'll take up your wack remote, play it again,
And keep until my point's acknowledged, and yours left dead in the water
With the local piece of human garbage I'll likewise be taking out;
A freakish, putrid arse of which you'll recognize the face, no doubt!
Jimmy Neutron: Who in my life could be deemed to deserve such dreadful killing?!
Dexter Morgan: It turns out the candy man can, 'cause he murdered several children,
So don't make me say this thrice, fat fuck: come to and face the music!
Sam: Ugh… I'm pressing charges; yeah!
Dexter Morgan: Forget a courtroom case; just sue this! (*STAB!*)
Jimmy Neutron: I'm gonna puke…
Dexter Morgan: Its usage leaves you traumatized, my knife,
But that's just one more normal day for me; another Slice of Life!
Sci-fi defines yours, with spoofs on The Fly, like hamster body-swaps,
So take an icon's word on why this fight's unwise: ask Robocop!
You're messing with aggression darker than your cheesiest of horror stories;
Simply put: you've gotta blast off out of my laboratory.





James Doakes: April Fools', motherfucker!


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Steven Universe:
…Shouldn't have to bother trading blows two-sidedly,
Because your brain has excess vacancies if you'd go fighting me!
I'm checking in to checkmate chumps, no need for shelter from a rainstorm,
And won't be here come the morning, but I'll tell it to you plain, Norm:
You look like if they made Andrew Garfield fuse with Seymour Skinner,
But don't start up, spinning webs of lies, when I drop by for dinner;
Fans of mine go flaming lame establishments that do me wrong,
So put your rounds on hiatus and learn to love the Steven-bomb!

Norman Bates:
I'll not be tolerating fat-ass posers, preaching love and peace,
With ukulele-strumming sappier than IZ's…
Mother, please…
This freak's whore matron lives inside his gut, straight out of Total Recall,
So if you've got any, show some; go tell off the little meatball!
Wipe that wormy smile right off your bean-headed face and listen:
I go more than just a little mad come time to lay some dissing
On the white male Cap of S.J.W. America,
Who's far from either of his home-worlds, faced with trouble to be wary of!
As my guest of dishonor, your roasting will be a shoo-in
For this host who boasts the most, and you alone will come out ruined!
Mother raised no fool who'd heed the crap this half-breed bastard states;
Vince Vaughn's performance schtick more firmly grasped the task to master Bates!

Steven Universe:
Those bars couldn't scratch me were my gemstone gypsum; quite contrarily,
These triple-A-grade raps are cutting you with crystal-clarity!
A far cry from restorative, what I spit here amounts to acid,
And you'll share your dad's demise, like:
Connie: He can't see without his glasses!
Steven: Anyone, though, could see plain that your mom's off her wretched rocker;
If I knew no better, I'd swear I'd just heard three separate squawkers!
You're trapped in a private bubble by that hag's controlling force;
I've watched stabler relationships get straight self-dragged to ocean floors!
I do hope that you like it in your little motel; honestly,
But you'll get put to bed for good if you don't show some modesty,
You meager mouse! This tiger of a skillionaire's about to pin you;
Make like other feline forms with your aggression: discontinue!
No fat fry-boy'd fantasize your words'll get the best of me;
You'll be force-fed mine, á la far more infernal such entities,
'Cause I mean Bismuth: you don't wanna push me past my point of breaking!
Call me Ste-Van Sant; I'm matching you for every shot you're taking!

Norman Bates:
"Crystal clarity", he says; let me have at that addled shit,
And I'll show him elucidation!
Stay your hand; I'll handle this!
Boy, you can handle taking out the garbage; you ain't up to snuff
To carry this the way I can on your two legs!
Enough; enough!
Denying my lyrics' meatiness? Your own fanatics won't be happy;
They'll deem it more problematic than the crap they did to Zamii!
Understand me, or'd Rebecca Sugar-coat that, true to form
For a tart-bitch whose art-list starts with Eds and Ratatouille porn?
Get out of my hair, and hop into some carnationed walking dead's:
You'd better run-run-run away; I'm making like the Talking Heads,
And burning down the house until I'm free of all your verbal sinning,
For this battle, as a contest, ended with its own Beginning!
Watch me prove your emo matriarch inferiorly powered:
Knock you off your balanced breakfast, friend, 'til tears rain down in showers!
It's your final curtain call if you don't stay this confrontation;
Forty thousand bucks says you won't last halfway through its duration!
You're no Brody Baker, boy; best not boost beefs by bashing mamas.
Yeah, it's taxing that I'm asked to keep her acts from catching drama,
But I'll always do it for her for as long as we're together,
And that is to say, and don't forget it: you'll be here forever.

Steven Universe:
Threads alleging you descent-deceived were reeled back to the Spool?
I need no retroactive tricks; spit real-time counters as we duel,
While twenty-three years won't see you come back home once I've testified,
Seen through this nightmare by the same free speech ol' Dylan exercised,
Plus the same self-defense young Dylan exercised against your fury,
For this E.R.B.'s like A&E: I'll end you prematurely,
And you'll thank me for it, surely! Your whole outlook is defective,
So step off Susanna; let me let you see the full perspective:
Your split mind's cracked like a Rutile, and as for off-color jokes,
A sixfold grandma's Alice version'd have to wonder what you smoke!
Alarming points were made the day returning Homeworld forces landed,
And with six-decade-old spoilers, I'm being still-heavier-handed:
You should put your mom someplace, alright, but no madhouse will have her;
Try a mausoleum for the morbid, mummified cadaver,
And while hard-to-swallow truths quite clearly aren't your cup of tea,
The glass that poisoned her sure was, although you struck reluctantly,
And that's the sole detail for which I wouldn't give full clemency,
Because the mommy dearest to this boy was his worst enemy!
In fact, Crawfordian comparisons would paint her ire tamer:
If you'd wound up back inside her womb, she'd pay for wire hangers!
Now, your psyche's self-implanted with a vengeful vestige of her,
Mortally unmaking matches to divest you of a lover,
Save for memories of back when you slept next to one another!
Even Oedipus would go:
Lars: You are the densest motherfucker… AAAAAH!


Norman Bates, "Norma Bates":
Fade to black for now for Norm, for Mother knows best in these matters;
Son, you're staring down the singular most seminal of slashers,
Whose small serving size of slayings was hardly hearty for the reaper,
But tonight, I'm stacking up the bodies, starting with a threefer!
I can see your geological progenitor's revered,
But single-year-old spoiler alert: they had you wrongly-steered.
A big ol' birdie couldn't tell all on her alleged act of violence,
But when I speak what the truth is, don't expect a smash to silence.
Her remaking took one stone's turn to a dorsal point of view,
But her deception can't be spun to any sort of rosy hue,
And you would know it, too! I heard it from a little fairy-Cartman:
You yourself confessed in your pursuit of planetary pardon
That you are incarnate of her soul, reforged in flesh and mind;
Made as a mule for managing the mess past forms had left behind.
She quit on life and ditched her proven, tried and true confidant-rock
To hitch a ride on Mr. Universe's suiciding cock!
Now, it's the Pink entelechy entire's trial, Quartz and all:
I'll be judge, jury, executioner and tearer-down of walls,
Of arteries, that is, so let me drive my knife into your heart,
And crack you to your very core; deny your life a third restart!

Steven Universe, "Pink Diamond":
Well, then, if you'd insist, a planet-champ commander's what I'll be,
Outspoken with sardonic humor and a hammer's subtlety!
This Diamond does the hitting here, stepped to the plate to pitch a flow
Against the sour transvestite of the Hitchcocky Horror Picture Show!
This bitch should know: a Gem-boss hero's got stars in his eyes;
Behind yours lives what the superior Sam Loomis summarized!
They ought to put you in a zoo, man: not some kind of Eden, either,
For if Norman's kind were mankind's norm, then I wouldn't even be here!
Don't complain of abdicating blame, Ms. "Wouldn't-harm-a-fly";
Bates is to Osborn as that carcass is to some wack Goblin mask!
I'm restoration of a culture's cornerstone, personified
For reformation from its harshness as a grand iconoclast!
I'm making Homeworld great again, though oppositely to America,
When all-inclusive love is what I usher in the era of,
Aberrance such as parents of apparent nuts as gimmicks,
Madly mimicked to extents of axing pregnant mates, omitted!
Don't expect you'll get me fretting with your serial killings;
I'd be hard-pressed to feel less threatened from your cereal-shilling,
And bringing up ride-hitching, are we? You'll regret that something awful
As you're finished with as faint fanfare as Bloch's own second novel!
End your call, "Ed": you aren't even modeled, truly, after Gein;
Try some pathetic, obese maker of B movie magazines!
A single bound brought me up here for a return long-overdue;
There'll be no shortage, though, of legwork as I walk all over you!

Norman Bates, "Norma Bates":
Go get encased to taste your race of faking's fate; launched into space.
I'll Gallagher-smash all your Pikmin progeny, then break your your face,
While I fall closer to the form of flora Silverstein portrayed:
I give my all in setting out to take your everything away;
Leave but a stump, sunk in the swamp! I'll bust you, no failing, no contest:
Shatter Pink for sure, for real, and thus to Mohs' scale in the process;
Recreate some Swedish taxidermy with your dainty lion,
And we'll see if you still shine on after I get crazy, Diamond!
You'll say "Uncle" soon enough, and no, it isn't April Fools':
I'd blast you back to Kindergarten, if you'd ever been to school,
And just as your rogue runt of her dark army's litter slept too long,
You'll be left six-feet-under-grounded for the next millennium!
I speak authoritatively, like your big sisters blasting light,
To wreck your body, soul and mind, and do it all in black and white;
Suspenseful in the real way with the buildup to my blow-barrage,
While you have all the tact of your wack fifty-foot Nicki Minaj!
Yo, here's my fifty cents: it's down the drain for your hopes in the worst way;
Gonna watch your life ebb out like it's every one of your birthdays!
Getting diced to pieces on the mic, you'll be reduced to tears,
So emulate your own turf's breed of Onion, boy: avert your ears!
I'm going out on a limb here, although some Peridot, I ain't:
Log four-five-one will soon attest the Steven perished on this date!
You couldn't attack me free of peril in your own room of illusion;
Go and ask Maude's buddy Harold: Mother knows no substitution!

Steven Universe, "Pink Diamond":
Qu'est-ce que c'est; so, you suppose your killer win a fated thing?
You ought to know: it isn't over 'til the skinny lady sings!
You couldn't get a clue on my case if your name was Peter Sellers,
'Cause you're out of your mind, Bates: a fruitloop; best keep to the cellar!
As for lapses from the actual, I've had them, too; outright
Enacted past-abstractions, napping, trapped on freakshow jungle moons,
But in no dream would I stand for this! The tear-shedding you incite
Undoes that of the blood you've spilled, like:
Lars: …Bada-bingo, bongo-boom.
Steven: The spelling-out of your psychosis marked the low point of an opus,
But give me eight bars, and I'll succinctly state your diagnosis:
You're corrupted to the core; devoid of happiness in life,
And that's ignoring all the people you go stabbing with your knife!
I've pacified planet-sized Frankensteins smack-dab inside Earth's mantle,
But your mental clusterfuck is far too huge to help be handled!
Blue and Yellow both agree that such fixation is pathetic;
Tell me: what's the use of feeling murderously schizophrenic?

Norman Bates, "Norma Bates":
You chose poorly with time-travel, to which you yourself bore witness,
Yet it henceforth was forgotten, like some Harry Potter business.
I assure you: in this battle, you'll forevermore be finished;
Penetrating past projections, I defy blow-blocker gimmicks!
Plus, don't bother if it's some old sword you'd take up, grasp and harness;
Your girlfriend could do it better, and I'd snap that crap regardless!
While the junk involved when you two get together's dubious,
I'll slice you even, Steven; to the most distinct of juicy bits!
I'll see blood volumes lowered quarts, subjecting Rose's bud to nipping;
Give the biggest boot to Gems and holograms since twenty fifteen!
Follow fandom's lead and conjure yet another lame persona;
There's no way, dear, you'd escape your stay here were your name Rihanna!
Mother, this has gotten out of hand; it can't continue!
Shove it;
It's too late to turn your back against me now, boy, and besides,
Where was this protest when our other pretty patrons kicked the bucket?
But he's just a kid!
Trust me: within, a stone-cold slut's what hides!
I'll be your Sandman, though think less Chordettes, and more Metallica;
It's exit, son and enter, mother as she's forced smack out of ya',
So welcome to your final comeback, Pink! Skipping all celebratory formalities,
Cut it straight to the chase: make your case; be yourself as you're met with a gory fatality!


Steven Universe:
…DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK! There's only Steven; has been for years,
Like motherfuckers adhered to Ghostbusters' worst fears!
With lines between being finally drawn, let lines one sees be finely-drawn
As inner light rejoins the ether with a scream of FEIM ZII GRON!
Even while you're repentant, evil taints your every essence,
Cupid's arrow for potential sweethearts made a deadly sentence,
And it's evident: change your mind? I'd sooner get through to Crowder;
Your own better half alone could hope to shoo the shrew from power.

Norman Bates:
Don't just stand there, now; go after him!
I shouldn't do it…
Son, I command you: pick that blade back up, and put it through his gut!
I won't…
You'll let me at once out of your mind's space, you useless sack of nuts!
How about I'll defiantly beat a dead horse hind-faced, abusive hag to dust?!
…And now it's over, isn't it? Yet, I can't just move on,
When murderous maternal madness has maintained for much too long;
They'll surely lock me up forever. Even so, though, I'll be free, then,
From delusion, dominance and the darkest of inner demons…
…And Steven.





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We could think about what gimmicks convolute our history:
Mixups with Russians, nature-forces and Yoruba witchery,
And we could think of crises wrought on our identity…
Yes, surely…
…But today, let's only think of flaming enemies with fury!
Hey, here comes a question most alarming; not to be dismissed,
And one whose comprehension won't take an atomic physicist:
Why let a contest measure merger-might to choose from we and you
When the answer is plainer than combining two plus freaking two?!
Don't get too cocky, Ronald; let's see this done as it ought to be:
Transmute lit lyrics from raw beats, and lecture blockheads properly!
It's gonna be a far cry from your Brightest Day; I'm going dark,
With aims to end this in a Flash just like my debut story arc!
Complete transparency, now; tip: skip on a kicked-in butt tonight.
Called on and dared to speak out? Quit, not even picking up the mic!
You see your worth as apt for some Gem-world princess, or even goddess,
Yet I wouldn't appraise your value at one-half Nicki Minaj's!
It's a lock, and un-jail-breakable, at that: you're getting blasted;
Your cut's unfit for this face-off, falling flat in every facet.
Why, it's evident: our foe lacks proper grasp of her position,
Just as suits the fruit of reckless, raw romance at first collision!
Molecules are being rewritten, spelling death for sucker golems;
Souring your Sugar sweetness!
That reminds me of a poem… how's it go?
A Ruby's red, and a Sapphire's colored blue;
When they're together, all the better to set fire onto you!

It seems your touted tangibility-tweaking tricks are getting screwy:
Though plainly made with fazing aims, your statements phase directly through me!
Fisticuffs raised to the max, I'll put it heavy-handedly:
This space-borne stone immortal's here to Vandalize you Savagely!
Don't think the balanced bond behind a harmonizing master humbled
By the body-bunking counterpart of Simon and Garfunkel;
You're the one Nuclear waste it's best to keep left in the ashcan:
That brute in Supes' ill-fated Quest for Peace was less a hack, man!
Your own saw Lanterns, Squads, the Reds and A-bombs quell your mission;
That's as jacked up as your black successor's break on television!
You'd do well to fission: squishies risk affliction, sticking to that kind of nexus;
It's as if you're mixing in black clouds in morning-time for breakfast.
Hawking off your power-set as something there's no reproducing?
Your old flame Lorraine objects, and check that shared New 52 scene!
Take me on? You're tripping; I could go all Summer Day,
Mad-laughing as you're curse-slapped, your collapse one stone's throw-down away!

I'd hardly call that verse a gem, but do see you're impassioned;
Now, brace for an opposite, unequal nuclear reaction!
I'd advise you set about disarming; keep at trying to battle,
And you'll only fall apart, so turn around, three-eyes: skedaddle!
Put a bubble on your gushing pride, and hear just what I'm made of:
Nobel Prize-commemorated brains and brawn prime for the playoffs…
Oh, and right: the atom's might, infused not in a tiny me,
But through a union whose inducement gets them splitting violently!
The irony…
These elements comprising me like father, son and holy ghost,
Your cotton candy composition couldn't come remotely close;
These bogglers are built to leave your flipping mind
As broken as that gay love metaphor between two different kinds!
Pursuing this is straight-up suicidal; heed some good advice:
Lest you be undone swiftly as a Slipknot, fleeing would be wise!
Hmm… knots, you say?
Tying yours sure garnered fandom's queerness-touting cheers.
What an accomplishment; it merely took damn-near six thousand years!
Our souls, conjoining, form an epic entelechy, knowing which,
Forgo all hopefulness of cloning this, as shown amiss with Soviets,
You cloying, kitschy clod! As for the riffs you spit haphazardly,
Those bare-bones bars have less meat than the prick who nicked your anthem, G!
Ours? Fine-tuned to the quantum level; spliced into arrangements
Set to shake your union to the brink of thrice-induced estrangement,
And don't count on pulling back together, damaged faith restored,
'Cause just the two of us are stronger than your whole volcanic Megazord!

Yeah, I'd imagine you'd know all about that, Orange Ranger,
But your floating mentor-head ought to have warned you to the danger;
What if I told you you'll be blindsided, both blacking-out in quick turn,
When I yank you from the Matrix like my name was Laurence Fishburne?
Known to wreck hard-headed haters, your hot one'll prove no different,
As part-timing casuals get taught the sum of true commitment!
Wanna see a giant of a power couple? I'm your girl; espouse its meaning:
Steady-rocking since mankind, they say, was still fresh out of Eden!
Plus, your Time Squad of a secret team can bite me;
Your whole future's at an end, and naught will tweak it, even slightly!
I mean, blimey: screw false pretense for some cackling magician bull;
That mind-entrapping weeks-long bender? Flatly unforgivable!
I'm dropping bombs; the biggest Ron, his mommy or his pops have seen,
For overkill to match the namesake of a poor man's Constantine:
Destabilizing deconstruction, it'll make them draw a blank.
I'd call your deal a nature-crime; rechristen Raymond: "Ronnie Frank"!

You say your bodyguard-love schtick will never come to dissolution,
Like a pair of mutant, midget technicolor Whitney Houstons!
Think we'll have a problem here?
Now, that's bananas! We'll be home by daylight,
NASA asked that she's seen, fee-free, to her own, one-way flight!
Girl, your jointly self-absorbed felicity's an utter joke;
Make threats of dropping bombs, and watch your dignity go up in smoke!
You're unprepared for prime time, Gemmy! How can you expect to win this
When your origin got upstaged by a Robot Chicken Christmas?
From N.Y.C. streets to Justice Leagues, we've made ourselves a name;
You've kept ones shared with countless drones, all bred and trained to be the same!
I live up to and past the heights of my Star-Spangled heritage;
You aren't worth your own weight at the ideal price per carat, bitch:
You're meritless! You call those palette-swapped foam Hulk props on you gauntlets?
Come at me with them, and catch a flaming knuckle through the faceplate!
Your lame cheeto P.S.A. coach couldn't top this all-new hotness,
So if you can't stand the heat, beam back on up into your safe space.
See all notions that it's nearly so severely hard to beat her
Shattered like the trust invested in her dear, departed leader!
You perceive self-value more-than-constituting both your parts' sum,
But the math says otherwise; check any jewelry broker's charts, hon!
Half of you served in a royal court as its official seer;
You've gone some kind of third-eye-blind, though, if this isn't crystal-clear:
You don't look awesome, and it's time you went to bed!
Now close the deal!
I'll let your godson know that what you did today was choke, for real!

Oh, you'll find no exhaustion here; I'm far from prone to break a sweat:
When I wipe the floor with phony-hot shits, it's liable to wind up painted red!
It's viable to say I've wholly got this: child's play, though only for Garnet;
Joining in on it? You're gonna get rolled and left cold, all your folks going: "Oh no, they are dead."
Try on a total toxin-taste: raw space-rock rhymes, created ground-up,
Like your Ogaden oasis, the fate of which I wouldn't take it you're too proud of.
A tenth-level belter, I rep rebel melders:
Test against my mettle? Best inject some Nth; augment your cells, or get to shelter!
It's a song of ice and fire; when you're packing just the latter,
Your whole rhythm-ride's implosion-bound, and plasma's gonna splatter.
As for your nuclear family values? I'm beyond such rigid norms,
With Multiplex strengths, all rolled up inside one monolithic form!
Ever-flowering, love letter-showered, empowering, towering gay-romantic titan,
Shade thrown my way's, with a hand-flick, reflected, and BAM: it's the source who sees dishonor.
Dominant during debates, dissent-drainingly as any achromatic tyrant,
Try shouting this down, and watch me unshakenly pluck out your core; ensure you'll be a goner!




Martin Stein:
How's Stein's schooling session's starting something Sapph's supposed to handle?
Kindergarten rooms have brought her whole proud pairing to a standstill!
Singlehandedly one-upping that accursed menagerie,
Observe: in verse, a worse-disturbing blasphemy!
Your present-perspicacity has faltered from foresight-fixation; your taste in soulmates shows, for starters:
Even Jason never sunk to such low standards with his partners!
When this atomic architect takes to the floor,
The only overhyped-up ship that's headed for a wreck is yours!

I see a glorified Jiminy Cricket with a nonexistent sex life.
He will find less clemency afforded here than with his ex-wife!
You've not met a Crystal cold to you as this; you'd better hide:
No psycho on any of infinite Earths could hope to sway me to your side.
Your Doomsday Clock is ticking; precognition needn't spell what's gonna happen,
When the baddest blue boss bombshells 'bout you break since Doc Manhattan's!
This alleged Legend won't see tomorrow: it's apparent you'll be slaughtered;
Deploring the oracle was a mistake just as aberrant as your daughter!

Martin Stein:
Hey, h- …Oh, why should I fall back onto dumb distraction-tunes,
When you're as prone to cause your own strikeout, all while we shoot the moon?
Cut with the C.R.A.P.; let this theory of mine be self-fulfilled: you'll cease to diss me,
Lest I cut your lifeline like your Greek ancestors three from Disney!

If that Titanic travesty of trite trash-talk's all you've got,
Then it's no inner-fascist speaking when I say you should be shot!
Though I'd have warned you, that would be to squander breath for me; I know this:
You'd be heedless even with a quarter-century of notice!

Hit the streets, relapsed to homelessness: you'll want to keep anonymous;
A fuming-to-the-brim stone's bent on bringing your Apokolips!
The CW can have Ms. Kane informed on termination:
There was no room for her once this Ruby rose to the occasion!

Ronnie Raymond:
It was plain why you would be a cowboy: shit got polarizing.
Now, take one more comic page to heart: ride into the horizon;
No horsebacking, though! Try force-propelled ascension through the sky;
Yo, when you get to space's vacuum, tell your brethren I said "Hi",
And like the Happy of those five red dwarves reneged on standing with you,
Just back down from whence you've stepped up. Better yet, abandon ship, too!
Gangster-rapping worthily of some Dakotaversal bang-baby,
Watch this meta-S.T.A.R. extinguish your eternal flame, baby!

Funny you'd mention horizons: the events that I discern
Are painting you abyss-inbound, and past the point of no return!
Your jerkhole gripes and talking smack? I wouldn't fly to such judgments, were I to be you;
Full-circled like a Tokamak, your lapped back attacks will bite you something entirely new!

Ronnie Raymond:
A tempered temper lends to endless energy attained to blow through;
Rage has got you burning out, and that's my okay to K.O. you,
So let's leave the hero business to myself and the professor,
Making sure they'll see the written notice of your surrend

Have you turned your own brains to jelly?! You're intoxicated; face it:
Flying off the rails, you'll plummet to rock bottom, getting wasted!
I'm out to bring hurt beyond mere heartbreak, and thus, your wounds yet need more salting,
Like your record's blackest mark, which Rusch won't soon let be forgotten!
Sapphire: That was rotten, alright; biting to look back upon as Sodom's burning.
White light this night, too, will end your torment, though with no returning!
Ruby: Or, in more straightforward wording: DIE. You must be nuts,
'Cause if the wedding stage didn't clue you in…
R+S: Today belongs to us!

Martin Stein:
I'll gladly rain on your reunion, jerks; it's time to face the truth:
You're plainly out of it as any circus sideshow saber-tooth!
Ronnie Raymond: If the professor is the passenger beside my pilot, punks,
That puts you as the ones blindfolded, bound and gagged inside our trunk!
Firestorm: You've walked Earth since prehistory?
Well, let's address the elephant…
A flung-back Furby's apt to outpace your epochal relevance!
You'll soon return to purpose-lacking, playing parent off the table,
Once our 'verses clash, and Steven takes an arrow in the navel!

Dude; leukemia is one thing, but those bars of your creation?
Sapphire: Cancerous beyond the help of your most cosmic incarnation!
R+S: Striking with a shadow's subtle grace, yet shining steel's lethality,
You may think it's Injustice, but we're winning by fatality! (Frosty!)
(*♪, ♪-♪-♪, ♪-♪*)
Garnet: You're getting throttled,
Harder than you dropped the ball with Brainiac's whole ship of bottles!
Take a moment to think, now, of just how very wrong you were, disputing me:
A clear-cut polymerized paragon; let no-con-fusion be.

The trigger word's been stated! Now, my trap is activated;
Thus, the trump card's played in my fair maiden's name, so sayeth I!
The coming game's experience? You bums should take to fearing it,
Because it's time to D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-DIE!

Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon:
I'm the overkill O.G. of owning old O.C.G. scenes; don't test me:
M.C. B.E.U.D. on the track? Best bet that it's your Death-T!
I inflict direct attacks; take life points down to zero, no doubt,
For this joke of a Gem-Knight and Elemental HERO dropout!
I drop right on in, without a brutal cost; sans Cyber-Stein:
Bring triple threats, converging onto Ruby, Ron, Sapphire and Stein!
You're all exhausted; left defenseless as a goblin-force one-shotter:
Losing hands dealt to you all played-out, and now I strike like Yata
Garasu, to lock you pussy Fusionists in strangleholds!
You'd never bend my will in shining armor forged of rarest gold.
In terms of targets fixed upon you, you'll have no chance to Scapegoat it:
One fell burst-stream's zapping your whole sheepish quartet of components!
Weighing you against me, the Millennium Scales will tip so hard,
You'll catapult, with robo-turtles wishing they could flick as far.
You're standing on the edge; ensuing shock is sure to wreck your balance,
Come the baddest dragon's dark discharge from his Zorc Necrophallus!
Need I spell it out? Your destiny is FINAL; undisputed!
As for changing fate, moreover, that's my job, with gods tributed!
Crushing you, why would I spring some virus? That ain't worth my time,
When all your values at their highest couldn't match a third of mine!
The legend that began it all: oft-mimicked, never replicated.
My pot runneth over; it's not necessary to explain it!
You'll beg for some shadow penalty, such twistedness you'll face;
For those who come in behind Blue-Eyes, a Limp Bizkit's what they taste!

Self-special-summoning into our double-duel? Screw that whole deal;
If I had wanted a royale, I'd just be playing Battlefield!
Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon: Don't drag this out with dialogue, delaying; I haven't got all day,
And when this card is heartless to you, how can you so much as pray?
Garnet: Well, I'd say you've let your defenses down, and I ain't talking misprints:
Your effect on me's, put simply as your text box, nonexistent!

Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon:
It's the rapper-kingdom finals, whelp; that isn't gonna fly:
Those one-star-studded gauntlets plainly tell that you're unqualified!
I've got you insects flipping out, but doing so won't serve to bite me,
For your lot's too basic!
…Let alone worthy to ride me,
While I shine on ever brightly, even scaled down for the big screen;
Steal the thunder of Gate-Guards: my lyrics' layout's labyrinthine!
This collective looks combustion-bound, face flared up; in a frenzy,
But I've felled far more infernal red-eyed monsters full of envy.
Cards here stacked against you steeper still than Reshef of Destruction,
White light's sealing your demise, so though you guessed correct on one thing,
Know my arsenal's evolved to make for new alternatives;
With chaos rituals to maximize the pain, I'll burn you, bitch!
Watch me send this three-eyed sucker straight to the grave; negate a compensating deck search:
End malformed mashups' miseries, like the doggy saying "Edward"!

Oh, you can banish that shit; try, instead, Fullmetal Jacket,
'Cause I have to ask it: what is your mammoth malfunction, maggot?!
Firestorm: I have had it with these Muto-fighting dragons, coalesced as one,
But for us coming back from this hijacking, hopes look next to none…
Our best's yet unexhausted…
Garnet: The sole option left to take here…
Firestorm: …Should we all agree we want it.
Garnet: …Would be nuclear in nature.
Firestorm: Are you thinking what I am?
Garnet: I don't think that's how fusion works.
Firestorm: Well, screw the rules; we have fan fiction logic!
Garnet: Let's just do this, jerk…


Know your last-minute winning plays; details: I take no pleasure in this
As I bust loose from our tightest spot and get direct to business,
No less vocal for it, mind you, while I counter-steal the show,
And finish what your master started, with one down, and three to go!
These blows will knock you sideways, keeping up the damage all the same,
With meteoric impacts fit to fuel your blackest rival's flames!
I'm breaking your sustaining chains; those of my components' restraint, too:
But four pieces here need come together to obliterate you!
Brightly-blazing stone conglomerate, far from some shadow puppet:
Mega-mixture; this vanilla triple-dipper can go shove it!
If you're triple-A, call me the alphabet's whole backmost leg;
No Toonish trickery required, I'll deflect attacks all day!
My fighting spirit's too intense to stay; my presence here is fleeting,
But the Last Turn is upon us, and you're set for searing beating!
Wanna end this with a draw? I'll go Berserker, then: get violent,
And remake Destroy All Monsters; stomp out this tri-headed tyrant.








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Solaire of Astora:

I praise the son of a bitch who'd dare challenge me in all my gallantry, as for courageousness,

Yet in all other regards, I have naught but indictments for this griefing ghast; let me state the list:

You're a malicious MacGuffin clutched onto a furtive imp's duck-face. Alone, though, you're nothing:

An empty, expressionless shell, carrying nary enough weight to hold down a floor-button!

A child who spoke solely in single-syllable shouts stopped you soundly! Don't even try to win against

This truly treasured tongue, opening up on you with the sickest licking ever seen outside a Mimic chest,

Amid a new-beginning quest, pledged not to be put on pause! Luckily, this should hardly last long:

You'll be shortly abyss-bound to where you belong, and your host back to tooting that sorry-ass song!

Zero chance on our duel's dawning remains for you once I go spitting its first verse;

This big bead-eyed bugger couldn't hope to so much as stunlock a sunbro while emitting his worst curse.

You're a glorified crown of a lost king surrounded by assets derived from vanilla selections,

And rushed to the public to push a peripheral best-known today for gorilla erections!

A warrior out to win gold, I'm a giant who breaks the Twinmold; better call me your daddy!

Your presence, they've said, is oppressive; depressing? I've met mushrooms making for gnarlier baddies!

You shan't out-rap me; why shouldn't I be feeling glad?

With sunshine coursing through my very blood, I've got this in the bag!


Majora's Mask:

Showing up solitary, Solaire? You of all folks should know that it's dangerous going alone;

Try taking this chance to turn back from a dark lord and head homeward, lest you be totally boned!

Of course, I'm no prissy type who'd avoid violence, come lost souls invading my neck of the woods,

And you're getting knocked off your high horse: insert Princess Bride quote here, and brace for a wreck; understood?

Your entire quest's success depends on the obsession another fool finds in some cancerous spider-witch;

Stepping against me? You shouldn't have done that; you stand not a white phantom's chance in Lost Izalith!

Going for gorilla references to keep the pace?

Let's say your whole franchise is getting blasted back to Demon days!

Watch my weapon, a swift-waxing crescent, eclipse incandescence with quickness: know there'll be calamity,

Your very essence, sent violently spiraling, bursting in wildfire; oh, the humanity!

This wannabe war-god's going the way of his patron fierce deity: stricken from history,

So if his covenant had any plans for their new age's dawn, they'd best nix those festivities!

Swapping that "un" out, I'll see your re-deadened husk scream bloody Hell 'til your eyeballs drop out,

And we'll call it a trade in exchange for the new lunar look as we start up what I'm all about!

Seventy-two hours? Come on; indeed, even fifty-four minutes is still in excess

When I'll bring your whole world crashing down in as many mere bars, putting all solar shilling to rest!


Solaire of Astora:

That's enough; cease discharging your load of lame lines: while I've kindled these rhythms, you're dropping dung pies,

So take after the Zora, and slow it down. Better yet: lay an egg! Any trash-talking's unwise;

Can't compare to the flow of Solaire of Astora! It's too convoluted for your comprehension:

No fairy-manchild could manage to map out the myriad maneuvers in store; not a question!

We know the kid behind the mask, but where's the man behind the mask: who even is Majora; what in Gwyn's name is your story?

There's more lore to learn on the lives of these faceless loot-corpses within my in-game inventory.

The far from fully canon trite tale of a dancing wooly dragon's needed for calling thine meager plot whole;

Five Phalanx-farming hours' worth say I'll outnumber its readers by scrawling "Try finger, but hole"!

Check my weapon-artistry: such splendid swordplay; your stiff wooden performances can't match those moves!

Watch me drop it in an empty nest, and see the birds come flocking; hear them croon joyously…

Trading Crow: Yeah yeah, so smooth.

Solaire: How about you take this gesture token, jollily cooperate,

Raise up those scarecrow arms in peace, and call it quits like Watergate?

I hope you brought your orange ring when we dance; my moves ablazing-set the floor!

Pull back from your advance; I hear the moonwalk is in your repertoire!

I've jotted zero notes, but still I've cracked the code for bombing you;

I'm out to get your Goht, and on a roll, at that! What are you gonna do,

When I'm simply too hard to take bullcrap from softies such as your lot?

Mine is a will of blackest iron that one-ups the buffest Goron,

Yet I never Woodfall for your Deku curse; you won't find no scrubs here.

No breadcrumbs, I tell it straight-up as you constantly trail me! What; was that unclear?


Majora's Mask:

Our sun-and-moon meeting's heralding no marriage, for I'm out to break every last piece of heart;

Dragon Kalameet? That garish getup you're sporting tells me you couldn't bring down the Black Beast of

Aaaaaaarrre you Skull Kidding me?! Just look at this massive turd:

I've yet to see a shittier lump deposited by a passing bird!

As your faith in the flame leads you like a moth to alleged destiny, you hold onto that hoping closely,

But I'd deem you hollow, knight: an accursed insect, no gold speck on you to make a token trophy.

Contrast my forms summoned to prizefighting stages, and watch me smash you unassisted,

Channeling such savagery that Oceiros would never imagine, and crushing this infant!

Mentioning goats? Guy, you're gonna get ganked, like two hellhounds approaching the moment you enter:

I'll sever your every link between worlds; cut off all the Y-posing proponents you mentor!

Of course, you should be used to bridges being burned by now, what with that dragon all up in your shrine,

And I latch onto schmucks, but your foolishness floors me, your trust in some maggot corrupting your mind!

I spit sharp-composed rhymes; your attempt to rap a storm up's falling flat

As a chest most revered when facades are dispelled! What; weren't you informed at all of that?

Forget your princess being in another game, much less merely another castle:

By now, my best guess for her whereabouts would amount to some eldritch blubber's asshole!


Solaire of Astora:

As I set out on my crusade, I unleash lightning lyrics, cast forth with the power to shock;

You're akin to a fragmented sprite next to one of the demons I'll plunge bravely downward to conquer!

Your lunar lunacy won't fly when we fight; see such suckers I've slain in the darkest of gardens,

And so heinous is the squalor of your verse-sin, that Oswald himself would be hard-pressed to pardon!

Your cruel tricks, meanwhile? Unforgivable!

Patches: Ha; well, he must be an absolute cretin!

Solaire: Indeed,

And he'll crumble like crystalline critters to whom the mere sound of my stamping boot's reason to flee!

Voicing now my oath to order that you take one hundred giant strides outbound in any of four cardinal directions,

I'll stand unfazed by what you throw my way; straight-faced for your whole projectile arsenal's deflection!


Majora's Mask:

As chronologies converge, we're in the fallen hero timeline; all of zero lifelines yet protect your wretched ass!

Your resources run drier than Ikana's waters; it's quite a Darksign: you can't get ye Estus flask!

You tap into that talisman when spots get tougher,

But surviving here'll take a miracle ol' Ra himself could never muster!

Survey's saying your transcribed words are unfit for toilet paper;

You'll not get a starker wake-up call in the form of twin gargoylish raiders!

You claim you're some undying legend; my daddy? You'll be mummified by the time they call this gig a wrap,

For you've walked, just as planned, right into the dark moon's line of sight; Anor Londo's known no bigger trap!


Solaire of Astora:

No path toward a Master Sword? No problem: my mere fists should be sufficient

With what knowledge of your weaknesses assists me in my mission;

How'd I learn as much? Hey, I'm no TatlTael who'd go on snitching;

Attribute it to a little bluebird: she insisted that I listen.

This lone wolf has got the guts to take you truly singlehandedly;

I make short work of masked pinheads in whole fusion-freakshow families!

My cuts are like Blighttown: go deeper than deep; watch your tail while I'm coming out swinging!

Commence a new-battle-plus cycle, so I can continue to rail on you from the beginning!

Why should I buy it that the sky is falling from this little chicken

When his so-called horror's most haunting Alex Hallmark was fan fiction?

Dishing disses even Frampt would find it difficult to swallow,

I'm the toughest act in all of time you've ever had to follow!


Majora's Mask:

A stone tower needn't set the stage for topsy-turvy-turning your perspective

When it's upside-down as is: eternal burning's your objective,

And as for a terrible fate, that's one challenging standard to meet with;

I'd be hard-pressed just to press hard enough were your fat executioner's hammer my beatstick!

Start up a cycle, though, and you're in for torment beyond all compare:

Awaking to surefire doom on repeat endlessly, without Sonny and Cher!

Your proud confidence once my plot consummates? Shorter-lived still than your loser death-god;

Piss off this supposed "little chicken", and you face a single-man Cucco revenge squad!

To believe you'll avoid getting snatched up tonight, you must be drinking something far stronger than milk:

Little Romani came back a shell; you'll be left empty-headed as any cartoon of your ilk!

No rewinding is gonna impede this here slaughter: the sole song inverting's from Creedence Clearwater;

The bitch-slapping hand of fate, reaching through space and time, shatters you like the Abyss's dear daughters!

The Ringed City's princess's slumber's disturbance's outcome's the end, where the blood has dried out,

But this egghead is gonna crack unceremoniously, carcass toppling sunny side down!

The apocalypse I've sought's upon us at last; skip the dungeon flashbacks, for there's nowhere to hide

From the sight of the murder-faced moon! Hear the moaning of bells; the bells tolling for all, far and wide!











The Moon:

Sicker than your average impact event:

Terminate Terminans to smithereens; sink kid Links!

The clock tower strikes its final hour,

Thanks to double-M hooligans like Skull Kid!

Your tiny strength ain't enough, clown, to keep me from a touchdown;

Quadruple resistance? Still a brutal hit, bitch!

Natural satellite, crashing this whole battle right!

Black hole sights remind of me; Méliés ain't blinding me:

Time to be violently dying to the giant-leaped titan, peeps!

Why? You see, murdering the Earth is my purpose;

I'll wipe your worthless bloodstain from its surface!

Your Titanite shite is light! I'm tight tonight;

Vaginal-type draconids lack quite the bite.

Harder-gnashing teeth than Havel, your survival's off the table: my arrival's fatal!

Power your chaos-spark witch wouldn't dare harness:

Neil himself could never strong-arm this; I'm true darkness!

The end's here: brace for nuclear winter; what's that make this Sunny Dicker?

The dumbest lord on the cinder!


Solaire of Astora:

I can see that you're no Biggie, and the same goes for defeating you;

No chance of usurpation, I'm prepared for what I need to do.

This jumbo Madball puppet's landing right smack in the garbage;

I'm a supergiant, primed to vanquish you: Canis Solaris!

My dodging prowess is impeccable; one Mr. Piccolo never need lend me his lessons,

But now, like his essence was in my blood, borne, I'll be blowing away the nightmarish moon's presence!

The moment of truth has arrived; time to be a good lord! On what's happening, I'll not be a liar:

The Boreal Valley's not localized within this kiln as I set it alight; I'm on fire!







Ganon: YOU DIED!



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Hello, Traveler… aw, what; I have to settle for the minion,
Who conscripts the dead and tags along for dreadful exposition?
When I Gaige what threat's posed, I observe this match as no Deathtrap for me:
It's veteran vault-hunter versus chatterbox phylactery!
I'm strapped with rhyming packages designed for prime delivery;
No monster from the Moon could summon up this kind of wizardry!
My Failsafe plot will knock your mood from cheery to depressed, man;
Break your heart and turn you blue like you're a legendary engram!
From the lineage of Diablo comes one clever little devil,
Here to splice together verses forged at the perfected level!
How can you expect your Bungie cord to save your stupid ass
When they dropped Dinklage from their history like Days of Future Past?
You've not a glimmer of a chance with my nine million dollar swagger;
Call me Crota: I'm your worst nightmare, about to drop the hammer!
Think your lyric-logic sharper still? You're killing me with laughter;
You're a smaller, duller Clank with less utility than Daxter!

I'm coming out of my shell, and I'll be doing just fine,
So captain, don't say a word; CL4P-TP's mine.
It started out by a bus; an Angel's voice, misplaced trust:
If only you'd stayed back in those Badlands to rust!
I'm Mr. Lightside, spark of life for mankind's Guardians to harness;
You're a discarded retard restarted by his inner darkness:
Aftermarket R2-D2, and it won't be hard to beat you,
When your bluffs are easy as your secret stash tasks are to see through,
But it isn't Poker Night, and your rap-inventory's lacking.
Your best bet would be submission; lose the Ghaul, and go get packing.
Throwing in, though, with the Vanguard? You'll be stumped to find a role,
When your most revolutionary acts were under mind-control!
As Gambits go, I drop bar-blockers; muck your flow's whole feeble feed.
You're just a chicken little clucker; what you boast won't be believed,
And I have time aplenty to explain why yours is running short:
Target intangible, give up if it's the Ghost you're gunning for.
Those grating vocals are your sole component I'd dare say could frighten:
I've heard sounds more soothing shrieking out beneath the waves of Titan,
And it's ill-advised to make recasting disses your intention;
Your O.G. V.A. stormed out on Randy Pitchford with a vengeance!

You're not built to roll with 'bots this boss; unfit for getting down.
Within my mind's ascendant realm, you'll be Eclipsed the second round!
Hop back inside your captain's pack, and don't expect an S.D.U.,
'Cause by the end of my attack, you'll be left begging for rescue!
You're spitting at the lowest tier; I've never seen a southern shelf.
What, did you pull a Grimoire with your punchlines; leave them somewhere else?
All that gear-grinding really grinds my gears; I'm not sure which is worse:
The beats your players go through weekly, or the Dreaming City's curse!
It's no denial: I'm unfazed by all the filth you're barking at me,
When it's spouted by the bastard spawn of Guilty Spark and Navi!
Each one of Pandora's quests does something wholly out the box;
I bet you would have someone fetch 140,000 rocks,
While facing the familiar four foe forces, season after season,
Your affairs with Taken more repetitive than Liam Neeson's,
And while yes, my problem-fix requests took seven years to answer,
Last I checked, your promised pyramids aren't getting here much faster.

Face it, Clappy: your whole life's a joke. I find this fight unfair,
'Cause how can you be stepping up when you can't climb a flight of stairs?
Those who sought refuge in the Reef, extraordinarily, were blessed;
When Borderlands got woke with 3, the story turned into a mess!
I guide the way for heroes as they go to town on blackest reaches;
You couldn't form a fireteam fit to strike down a stack of pizzas!
Yeah, it's hard to catch a break sometimes: with that, I could relate,
But you're as lovable as Frankenstein; just ask your would-be mate!
No Vex would entertain the thought of a timeline where this will turn your way;
Claptrap's crap raps are bombing harder than his fireworks display!
Don't look for any openings here; trying won't be wise:
The door to triumph's sealed as tightly as the Iron Lords' demise!
A trip through that square little head of yours revealed a greater space,
But now, scans show me one that's emptier than Anthem's player base.
Your super-trooper jaunts at lunar haunts among the stars were many;
With your golden age's end, though, you collapsed as hard as any!

Never choking, even in a vacuum, I could go for days;
Once my cyclops-eye's set on you, it's like you've caught the Gorgon's gaze!
Your derivative monsters are whimpering germs; watch Vermivorous wolf down your whispering worm,
And as raid features go, that Leviathan's tame: there's world-eaters more dope in wack buy-the-win games!
I bust it like Ray Parker Jr.; see no reason I should fear ya'.
Just be seen and not heard, loser; leave the speaking to Sagira!
Her old flame from Firefly in your command team was a blessing;
Then, they offed him for shock's sake, and had you stand-in for his death scene!

Funny you'd be flinging FL4K for firing Fillion, little spastic:
Your acclaimed arch foe was ripped off from his Jimmy Kimmel antics!
Ragnarök is Dawning; slam-Hodunking on your wretched hide,
When Gjallarhorn lights up the sky like Scooter's final catch-a-ride!
You're surely on some kind of ether that no Scorn would dare ingest;
I'm sending this offending endling to the scrapheap with the rest!
You'll blow your optic out, and wander trying to find it all Fortnite;
Someone call Manfred Mann: this douche just got rap-blinded by the Light!





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What’s up; you’re testing me to find the smoother silencer of life:
Out to decide whether the pen is truly mightier than the scythe?
The shit I drop is known to devastate; these rhymes will follow suit.
I play for keeps with cheaper reapers, all while high on knowledge-fruit!
Hey, subjugated sucker, don’t you fancy rapper-war between us!
You’re piss-poor as your punk Potter pastiche: can’t perform for peanuts;
You’re a prophesied, born loser. I’m a breathing time-reducer,
Killing silently; call me a ninja: Ryuk Hayabusa!
You’re a ripoff of a spoof whose bogus journeys can’t stand up to this;
Your lines will roll out deader on arrival still than Underfist!
The network picking you and nixing Evil was insane,
When Hector had more meat than your bare bones, and he was just a brain!
I sow discord-seeds, easily outpacing your blonde bimbo’s schtick;
You saw the bar sink to as low a place as any limbo stick!
It’s adult swim, and you’re in deep; your reference pools are far too shallow,
And we’re playing by my rulebook: a lesson fools find hard to swallow!

Surely, you’d need a rulebook to understand such simple systems,
Mimicking some Twilight cover with that apple-symbolism.
Gangly, Glasgow-grinning, cross-eyed chump; you know not what you’re vying with.
You could say I’m like Donald Trump: your power? I ain’t buying it!
I’ll beat a lazy, laughable pretender something bloody;
Dwarf him in no-holds-barred battle, free of interrupting gunnies.
When I deal with jacked up jokers, making heads roll is my sole aim,
And this track is like Jump Force: what you present’s all show and no game!
You’re a shitty dummy in an ugly land of wretched rubbish;
Ohba truly must have been a Luckyman to get you published.
Ask my graduating class if I’m the showier soul-taker;
Mastered my craft’s active practice, while yours only works on paper.
I go fast in verbal warzones; flow together seamless words,
And unlike Maximum the Hormone’s, I won’t let them be misheard.
As I face down Dafoe before me and dismiss his petty threats,
Your number’s up like ol’ Thromnambular; you’ll wish we’d never met!

Return to public service, nursing your third-person Dracula;
You’re turning verses wacker worse than Irwin’s cursed vernacular!
In fact, your antics rather bore me, so I’m thinking that the best thing
Is to add a human touch, and see if things get interesting…
Light Yagami: Kira’s dishing out sheer heart attacks, and that’s no JoJo reference,
But no name need factor here to drop your ass in forty seconds.
Tepid weapon subpar in people-ending regards,
Take after General Skarr, and keep to tending the yard!
My every act is planned exactly; can’t hijack me! I’m a mastermind:
The bastard-massacre-enacting by contrived disaster kind;
Harass attackers’ casket sites to maniacal laughter kind,
Who axes hacks broadcasted. You’re a has-been in a hamster-bind!
You’re obsolete; that, no A.I.’s required to discern.
My win’s a lock; try cracking it, and play with fire? You’ll get burned!
Your rotten raps have stained this song, and I alone can do it justice;
Know what I do in the dark lights up the new world when I bust it!
I’m a nature-force, initiating fatal repercussions:
Out there dropping flimsy bitch inept naysayers by the dozen;
Even write off lowlife louts while under enemy surveillance!
Not to fear you takes no cowbell as a remedy for ailments.

Never have I seen a snake so low regarded as a savior;
It’s health-hazardous, subtracting years from folks for bad behavior.
For a mortal sort of horror-lord, your evil’s far-outclassed;
I hence step back to let the master go medieval on your-
Mandy: Assholes dicking with third-hand dark artifacts who’ve felled twelfth-letter fellows
Ought to know they’re out of luck; this thirteenth’s anything but mellow.
Your worst nightmare says hello: I’ll crush you like I snuff romance;
The cruelest kid is at your door, so hold on to your lucky pants!
Quit tripping with potato chips; why don’t you take a tip and shove it?
An albino Aspie played your Sperg ass like a finger puppet.
Any fool who took your tool could trigger magical fatalities;
My sheer displays of talent rip the fabric of reality!
From here to Hell and back, I’ve not beheld “gods” so pathetic:
Talking “justice” this and “new world” that, it’s honestly hilarious,
But spare me tricks; I’ve more on hand than Delgado’s prosthetic.
You’re as screwed as if Naomi’d brought along a second alias!
Voltaire was making common sense less common, leaving vegetables,
Until he found my mind’s contents too hot to be digestible!
You face a darkness-daughter who’s spectacularly spitting it,
And taking harder shots at you than Matsuda, you idiot!

Misa Amane:
Be careful what you do, you little brat; attack my man?
It’s Endsville for you, all according to keikaku!
Light: That means plan.
Misa: A hottie yandere to add onto the weight of Kira’s ante;
Promptly gonna lay the smack on you like “Buenos dias, Mandy!”
This devout keeper of secrets rocks consistent fancy flows;
You’re a mouth-breather whose street cred’s nonexistent as your nose!
I’ve got your number, and guess what? It’s up; comeuppance is approaching, kid:
I crumble so-called gods to dust without so much as knowing it!
Light: Your quotes for cold show-openings will all sink to irrelevance
Amid the void of utter blackness I’ll see you enveloped in,
And it’s an elephant that simply has to be addressed:
I’m judge and executioner, to which your jury can attest!
Fred Fredburger: YES!
Light: You’re messing with a force too dope for either side of Heaven;
Getting coaxed into a worse Snafu than Bleedman’s Nine-Eleven!
Misa: Maybe he was on to something, though, from what I can decipher,
‘Cause you’ve got about as much lyrical clarity as Viper!

Put a gag in it and go get bent; don’t try to get the best of me:
I see through you at no expense to my lifetime expectancy!
I quite prefer to fight alone; the right to rule is mine alone,
But he can humor harlot Harley here…
Billy: Please pass the microphone…
Raggle fraggle, motherfucker! Nobody can help you now;
My battle-anger is the udder-most seen since the milk-box cow!
I’m unafraid of double-dealing clowns with heads of putrid steak sauce,
Putting borrowed time to waste and down for getting used as play props!
Watching you, these eyes have stayed locked, though I’m anything but Gelus.
Kill yourself, and show it this time, so your author needn’t tell us!
Roasting Raito with Byronic tongue in play, I’m being candid:
You should take that pen and spill some blood the way your right-hand man did; planted it!
Mandy: Your batshit wish would drive our wretched race kaput…
Billy: Destroy us all!
Mandy: …But after this, your final destination’s moot!
Billy:  Destroy your soul!
Mandy: The crap Netflix did with your schtick was worth a laugh,
But in our match of wits, I’m literally splitting you in half!

Light Yagami:
That’s ample blabber from Invader Zim and Gaz the proto-doomer,
Spewing trash-talk cheesier than when they had you going lunar!
Misa: Not the doormat the eight-legged son you want to squash to death is,
I may have a quarter-life, but you face full-life consequences!

Gaga wenches don’t know nothing! All your schemes are wholly nuts;
For maximum name-based destruction, simply scream “Lord Moldybutt”!
Mandy: Your global bid for an alleged better place got pretty far,
Until you joined the Death Parade, without the grace of MCR!
The rewrite saw you reborn? Cool; upgrading to hot temperatures,
I’ll stick meanwhile to taking pages straight from Dune’s God Emperor!
You’ve lost, so get it trepanated through your thick head, understood:
This bout’s one memory I’d say you’ll want to get rid of for good.

Light Yagami:
Look: you’re a miniature Daria who thinks she’s Damien,
And takes on tainted saints and socially inept Mesopotamians;
Your cockiness paints you a bigger Mary Sue than Poppins is,
But notwithstanding all of this, it’s absolutely obvious that-
Fred Fredburger: I have to make poo poo!





!sdrawkcab ti gnihctaw er'uoy ;elttab eht fo dne eht si siht ,on ,oN

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Duke Nukem:
I'm here to kick ass and chew out this geek in wack lab-techie armor,
Getting deep inside his head; no freaky crab is pecking farther.
I'm the king of cool: a Chad unmatched in hero-power score;
You'll be surrendering so fast, call this the zero-hour war!
Home-grown from humble origins, check my debut on the DOSBox.
I've been global-touring since, with mighty boot offing hog-cops!
You've no hope of spilling more gore than this mega-death-machine can;
Never bet against me, Gordon, 'cause you're getting wrecked for free, man!
Duke it out with this, and you'll go up in flames like Father Grigori,
So drop Egon's gun, Doctor Proton; don't start crossing streams with me!
I heave acid-full spit at you like a Bullsquid;
The Dreamcast plug-pulled it, and Blue Shift was bullshit!
A dope bellowing chorus is what my vocals' pouring-forth is;
Even host skill-honing courses for your bros' opposing forces!
I'm as quotable as Holy Grail; your stoic act is gonna fail:
Bid cut short like your ponytail, so get back on that monorail!

The G-Man:
Subject: Nukem, primed for pre-mortem evaluation.
Status: facing battle; I perceive no chance in Hell he may win.
You've done slyly, Mr. Freeman, to be seen yet never heard,
But if you'd kindly, our employers do beseech you have a word…

Gordon Freeman:
The lunar overlord's demise elicited a lot of spit-takes,
But his head's far from the only thing you ripped off for your shit's sake:
You're an Arnie, Snake, McClane, Clint Eastwood hodgepodge; are you kidding me?
You've got those Roddy Piper shades, but nada creativity!
Rise, shine, wake up and smell the fact that you have Ash's catchphrase;
You're the toxic mascot of a bag-grab-happy ass's frat phase!
My rhymes resonate as they cascade; disaster's what you're falling toward.
Rewind like this was Xbox, and go back up to the drawing board!
You've got all the dimension of some Captain Planet dastardly.
A plane-ascension veteran, I pack unmatched Xen mastery!
My themes get philosophical; your gimmickry is comical.
I theorize your triumph to be physically impossible!
It's not a laughing matter, but I'm apt to split your sides;
The stakes are gonna shoot up faster than those bastards did your ride!
I flow seamlessly through hazardous environments, and the same goes for these rhythms;
Well-equipped for HEVy duty in the face of world-collisions!
Breaking gonads down to monads, monarchs cower;
The gargantuan fall hard whenever I turn on the power!
I'm a model of bar-raising you've no hope of overtaking:
Those I drop'll crush your face in; call me Joker to your Jason!
My conductions brought the darkest of reactors to its swan song;
Stuck it to the Overwatch's benefactors worse than Hong Kong!
Self-indulgent acts for kicks expand your tolerance for hits,
But stepping up to challenge this is one you'll find health-hazardous!

Duke Nukem:
Your raps decay at rapid rates; mine strike the scene and go explosive!
I'm atomic energy; you're like a Steam train locomotive.
Coming here, you were mistaken, and your blunder is my cause
To punt you clear out of the stadium to thunderous applause!
Your trek's alleged ascent to take the fight to refugees was lame.
My leap into the 3D realm put Final Fantasy's to shame!
Stacked up against my balls of steel, you're a gelatinous pile bodily.
"Freeman"? You're in a devil's deal with that X-Files wannabe!
Attacking with as sharp a tongue as any psychic maggot,
While you're stunned by such a bugger, watch me come in and teabag it!
I'd advise you take the L; you'll be hard-pressed to Lambda blow.
The genre's apogee, this shooting star upsets the status quo!
You have less characterization than a zombie's bursts of agony;
Your freaking redshirt colleagues made for stronger personalities!
I'll lay waste to a blank slate for eight days straight, routing targets;
You'd do well being apprehensive, 'cause I'm taking out the garbage!

The G-Man:
To address me, wrath-provoking, without prompt reflects his cockiness;
Please see that he gets smoked when you make consequences obvious…

Gordon Freeman:
Black Mesa lacks a place for boisterous, steroid-pumping blokes;
Perhaps Aperture has an opening…
GLaDOS: Ha-ha; that was a joke.
Gordon: That trilogy tease signified your ego's critical mass,
Preceding total meltdown for your feeble, pitiful ass!
You're the kind of foe that my designers tend to send to clipping floors;
You'll not have been so badly silenced since Nintendo 64!
You're the wrong man in the wrong place, whose boasts won't make a bit of difference;
Source's build is sending quakes through your whole dated physics engine!
Check it: gravity gun-tossing you at leisure like a child's plaything;
Biggest baby I'll have had the pleasure of annihilating!
You'll be one Doomed douchebag when I bury you in secret,
Smash your every grubby vestige and secure a new achievement!
Your would-be return to stardom was a hell of a development;
For over a decade, no one could tell when they'd be selling it.
Your team kept papers waiting; counting all the shots they took,
While you were killing time page-raiding out of Lara Croft's playbook!
Flash-forward to 2009: layoffs brought project-nixing fears,
But they picked up the pieces, thought outside the box, and shifted gears.
There's no dev I can name that would have been a choicer pick to go to,
But they made a better game about the soldier pricks I mow through!
It was shown that those who bet on Duke invested most unwisely:
Got poop-throwing and a hive that proved more wretched than Mos Eisley!
A great man once said you'll find delays to happen for the better,
But for putting all your time to waste, your rap is bad Forever!

Duke Nukem:
I don't need an octo-brain to tell whose gig's more advantageous;
Getting busy in my penthouse while you're two decades in stasis!
Like some pheropods, I draw in mates while scantly even trying.
I'm taking digs that burrow deep; call you an ant, and me, a lion!
The combining rhymes I synthesize are gonna be the deadliest;
Oppressing you, I've made such strides, tripods are getting envious!
M.I.T. never covered, but I'll teach it to you brutally,
That both your boss and I elude your reach in perpetuity!
You claim I'm juvenile smut? As if you're one to talk;
You're lucky Gabe knew well enough to cut out Mr. Monster-cock!
To diss my comeback's flop's like Ravenholm: you just don't want to go there;
Your campaign hit a cliff-hanging note, then took that drama nowhere!
Valve's whole vision got stenosis, and your series had a heart attack;
Got Left 4 Dead, and nowadays, you're treated as an Artifact!
Even your remake needed to be fan-conceived-and-funded;
I would say "don't have an episode", but that would be redundant!

The G-Man:
Though he thinks the threat disarmed, this tasteless hack's about to see
That for you, bringing deadly harm is basic as a count to three…

…Dr. Freeman?







G-Man: We'll see about that…

Alyx Vance:
If you want a personality, I'll more than stand your equal;
Tell the tale nobody knew they'd need like Borderlands' Pre-Sequel!
To reanimate this track, my lyrics drop with lightning quickness;
What this babe shakes for a grand will only cause you motion sickness!
I was sure I'd fight against all kinds of anti-breeding fuckery,
But your type, I can get behind suppressing reproductively!
You're damn right, I'm an NPC: not putting up with crap, and
If you can't see that, then you're the blindest brute I've ever flattened!
You're a chauvinistic cunt it's life in Hell to tag-team with;
Is it honestly any wonder why Bombshell abandoned ship?
I'm bleeding hope into the future; you're a has-been: years behind,
And how old even were the Olsens when those stand-ins were designed?
The gloves are off; I need no tricks to take this, no offense to Russell.
You've got zero points to make; you're just a showoff, flexing muscles.
My White Forest days are distant, and my hype train is unfailing;
The decay's been nonexistent, but your shelf life's at its tail end!
Go ask Dog what I can build upon the simplest of foundations.
You're as full of it as Breen, and son, I'm flipping off your station!
It's one future-fact that isn't changing: I've already won;
As for what's yet to be confirmed, the world can find out when it's done!





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Jak and Daxter:
I'm gonna kill this beat! I drop bombs of the darkest making,
Taking aim to own retconning rōnin like it's target-breaking!
I let loose with lightning lyrics rapidly like Vulcan Fury spray,
So make your peace before I do it for you in the surest way!
When it's Jak X Jack in combat rapping, UR-86'd
Soon as your fortune cookie nonsense comes into our radius!
Just let me have a whack at offering some commentary for him;
Talking down to serve a samurai in summary, pre-mortem!
I would label you a chicken, though that might not say it all;
You're more akin to Daffy Duck, in store for quite the wake-up call:
Your quest can't keep my seamlessly globetrotting pace up! Not a question;
This jerk wandered fifty years without a trace of plot-progression!
Get it through your dense-as-metal head: I pop out gems consistently;
Dead-set on striking gold like your tomb-hiding western-mimicry!
You're high, Jack, if you'd try to hijack my track! Aye; I'd chalk it up
To being as overhyped as gaming's most expensive coffee cup.
You may as well forget it if to topple me's your purpose,
For the task is far too steep; I spit impossibly dope verses!
You'll be written off as worthless; call you Sym-Bionic Titan,
Once my skills combine to blow your wits like some harmonic sirens!
I go deep where danger lurks and storm volcanic cores to bash brutes,
And tonight, I'm rhyming tighter than a darkness-daughter's ash-suit!
I've got twice your jumping goodness, and I'm ten times more fly;
Welcome to Haven City, jackass! Now surrender and die!

Samurai Jack:
Watch out; here comes pretty boy! Now don't make me repeat myself:
I'm not a man of many words more than I need to beat this elf
Who speaks with all the purpose of a twisted sage's sister,
Spewing slander-stories fouler than the wickedest shape-shifter's!
You're a lying pair of worms whose wits are tragically dim,
And you'll be swallowed by my verses when the magic begins!
When I moved up to Adult Swim, fans thought they'd never see the day.
You went straight from a darker Banjo to a lighter GTA!
It's highly patent to tell: you need to mellow the edge, dog.
I'm the Legend of Zelda; you're some Shadow the Hedgehog!
With your Pro Skater board, you're doing mad tricks galore,
But those ring courses are more like Superman 64!
It's safe to bet two googolplex: I'll end this in a single bound,
And there'll be tears aplenty shed, but you'll be first to hit the ground!
Alleged death-machines fall flat when my unsheathed katana's rising;
I've spilled so much oil for blood, call me the Deepwater Horizon!
I steal thunder like the vengeance sworn on your despotic party's boss;
Serve suckers on a silver platter, dipped in Tartakovsky sauce!
You've not got jack shit on me; ask Toonami: there's no contest!
Spin this in your favor with some blaster-spamming? You'll be hard-pressed!
The endgame-payoff your trilogy delivered was awful
Once they pulled away the curtain from the wizards of ottsel!
You'll make like your other furry precursor if you come flying at me,
So get back underground before you're Torn asunder violently!

Jak and Daxter:
To bring up crashing, G.T. Blitz is hardly one to talk to me;
You're getting proven dead wrong as your guarded portal's prophecy,
And sauce-invoking, foolish samurai? You're kidding, surely!
You'll get such a wrench tossed in your plans, just call us Rick and Morty!
Keep your paragon's generic honor! Renegade for life!
Your words are empty as your arms with your attempt to take a wife!
Composing bombs in aims of cracking me? You've made a fatal goof;
I'll throw a paradox's perpetrator for a stable loop!
You couldn't unlock this power with a thousand precursor orbs;
Any attempt's sure to backfire worse than Veger's reward!
The harsh words offered by your Scot turd fall as flat as his bagpipes
Next to those I string together to go after this asswipe!
We lay viciousness on extra thicc with disses made to order;
Put the nix on your opinions like the hitman named Travolta!
There's more soul than your collector could contain here; I'm enormous!
What comes out my mouth's infectious at my nadir of performance.

Samurai Jack:
I've got gangster props; rechristened just to signify street cred.
Even Scaramouche agrees that you're the biggest of dickheads!
I'd advise you heed fair warning: stand to face me, and get slaughtered, son;
Fate-sealing lyrics swarming you like K.G. at the water slums!
You flow with common color-coded energies in synergy;
What I alone can hold was forged in trinity-divinity!
The pedigree of my upbringing spans all human history.
A birdbrained loggerhead kept you in shadows; truth in mystery!
A mad jacked-up, imbalanced eco freakshow can't compete with this;
Watch what my theses bear in praxis shock you back to speechlessness!
Come time I loved somebody, online dunderheads attacked it,
But when I make out with Ash, there's not another, getting shafted!
How's asparagus heritage-merit gonna back you here
When I was 300-approved before the dawn of Zack's career?
With punchlines easy to see coming as your dear old pop's identity,
Your shameful diss-display is marring your whole house's legacy!
In fact, his only honorable option here would be to-
Silence; there's no need to start internal conflict: we're agreed!
Apologies; 'tis but a side effect of never growing older,
But between us, I've the less annoying devil on my shoulder.

Jak and Daxter:
It seems this brute's rhythm-challenged! Man, I get it; finally clicked for me:
Your time-displaced predicament extends to line-delivery!
My implement amps instrumentals instantly on quick-draw;
Ends you swiftly as you did your six intended sisters-in-law!
Ask the captain of the guard how errant trying to outclass me is;
I shut up those who gall me like they're silos oozing nastiness!
No form of terror's allowed a leg to stand on when I wage war;
You can't finish first against the guy the GOAL was tailor-made for!
You'd be wiser sticking to the kind of language Pecker parrots;
Better yet, keep letting write your alleged lyrics!
Face me in the streets on your home turf, and still get straight-up murdered!
I don't need to dream it for us to ensure you step no further!
I'm a tiger on the hunt, who'll spell it out as clear as day:
I know that what I'm living in's worth fighting for and here to stay,
While you don't care if your past-tampering ends up expunging billions;
Pulling that Patch Adams crap? You should have done like Robin Williams!

Samurai Jack:
You have fewer valid points checked than your dreaded respawn system;
Rave reviews galore attest to just how well I keep on-rhythm,
And of course you'd think it cruel to spill the blood of evil's daughters when
Your whole crew drank the Kool-Aid of some double-dealing Jabba's kin!
You'll find there's no safe haven as I'm laying you to waste;
Lobbing fire your Klaww could never fathom straight into your face!
Kid, I'm the flyest prince in all the cosmos; Astor knows it well.
While past hot-headed haters rest in peace, your ass can go to Hell!
Your backwards-ported final Frontier failed to make the slightest impact;
Turned you to a pale shade of your former self like life with Vin's hack.
Now, with remasters, you'll have to do; the travesty of chapter two
In your dev's new direction makes it plain we've seen the last of you.





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The Arbiter:
Long ago, the Prophets taught my kin to proudly serve as flunkies.
Then, everything changed when they rejected us and turned to monkeys,
And when needed most, up from my lowest place, I rose anew
To reassume the leading reins and realize change most overdue!
I orbital-drop bombs harder than double-Es suffixing a surname;
Stick it to you like a plasma toss, utterly eclipsing of your flames:
Think the Black Sun! What you face this day's born from far bloodier roots;
Well-equipped for soundly silencing assholes and running through brutes!
I wage total war with ultra-zealotry; you'll find your rap-attacking
Blow up in your face spontaneously like your wack assassin!
You may fancy your ground's standing as the noblest of missions,
But lone wolves just don't survive when I control the opposition.
This big daddy brings elite heat; yours can't hope to hold a candle
When your little sister's too much of a shock for you to handle!
Stepping up here was your wrongest turn since destiny's crossroads;
I spit mythically, like some all-skulls-on legendary god-mode!

Hello: Zuko here, but I guess I don't need to be introduced.
Forget your title; leave the settlement to me in this dispute!
You soldiered through the Flood; fought back the parasite in swarms,
But now, you've traded villains up, and can't contain the firestorm!
It's your most suicidal mission yet if you're about to start with this:
You'll find no Gravemind saving; I'll knock you straight down to Tartarus!
It's plain why you are bitter: you've a very backwards species;
Genocide-campaigned for some deluded, geriatric E.T.s!
If you seek an Ark, then look no further! It's objective fact:
My journey spanned a trilogy; yours started in the second act,
But stepping back, I'm sure we'd have a lot to learn from your redemption, too,
If any game set prior to your turn so much as mentioned you!
You've known no Rarer foe; your tactics aren't gonna take here.
Ultra instinct counters your attacks with C-C-COMBO BREAKERS!
To this wolf, you aren't some mighty menace; try a little lamb.
Keep throwing everything you've got at me, yet I don't give, 'Vadam!

The Arbiter:
I was conducting fleets across millions of miles through space
While you were wandering the seas, dwelling on a wild goose chase!
You're a Locke for lamest hero-hunter I have ever seen; it's laughable:
You're mashing words together as haphazardly as animals!
Diss-charging lightning lyrics, there's no way you'll be deflecting this.
I'll zap a Zuzu's presence from this plane; call me The Exorcist!
I've vanquished forms of enemy that dwarf some poor man's anime
Who drones on over what his honor's worth like swarms of Yanme'e!
Your verses ring as hollow as the virtues of the Hierarchs;
My very hide alone's too dense to hurt through summoned flying sparks!
343 Guilty Spark: Have I been called to service?
Arbiter: Oracle, tell us his purpose.
343 Guilty Spark: His line-index activates no strong response; I dub him worthless!
Arbiter: Strike with blue on red, and get your spirit utterly slaughtered!
Put this to rest, unlike the question of who mothered your daughter,
Or per the will of your grandfathers, both paternal and great,
I'll soon fulfill an unkept promise; seal your permanent fate!

You underestimate his power, says the highest-grounded pupil;
You phased dual wielding out, while he brought mine up to quadruple!
Leave the huffing to the Unggoy, and in doubt, take their advice, jerk.

…And that was just the mere tip of the boy in the iceberg!
Buddy, I thought lunar love-loss rough, then heard you read your verses;
What I spit meanwhile's smoother than your work on Reach's surface!
I'll diss-serve this worthless Dervish as deserved when I let go with words
Assembled into devastating couplets like Lekgolo worms!
I dance with dragons, sans the ice: my song is strictly fire,
Its true meaning manifest; the plane I'm on's distinctly higher!
Of the past, I can't be ridden, but I bear my scar with honor,
While you let your mark stay hidden underneath the hardest armor.
There's no silver sliver for an ugly mofo who's about to
Bite a killer of a flaming knuckle sandwich to the Yaut-jaw, (Ouch!)
And maybe after, once I'm through with your mouth,
You'll say it to the old Shipmaster: that makes two of you now!

The Arbiter:
When the debacle in the North left your career path set southbound,
You cut your losses plus your top knot, and you found a better look,
But now, you're in a mire deeper than the spirits dragged Zhao down,
For your whole battle-effort's lost, boy, and you're bound to get the Hook!
Supreme-commanding flows to slay songs with particular justice,
I sling mud refined as Beifong's when I viciously bust it!
I've had better beef with rivals in the form of skeletons,
'Cause Arby's bars have got the meats; I'd call this foe more welly-done!
Methinks you're insufficiently rehearsed; your rhymes are for the frogs.
They might as well have pitted me versus the lightest Huragok,
But full of hot air though you are, my threshold's one you'll never reach!
Float back on up in your balloon; go catch some sun on Ember beach.
You've not a Jake Long shot at triumph, and you ought to hide away;
I was moonlighting as Goliath, but I'll rock you night or day!
You can't compare to me lyrically, militarily, or with construction toys,
So march off home to uncle, little soldier boy.

I took one look at father's Phoenix wrongs, and shouted "OBJECTION!"
Now, for both of you, reclaiming shit is out of the question,
As you've known since Wheatley over there announced the intentions
Of the deadly rings you thought would bring about an ascension!
I don't need Ty Lee's assistance to maintain the pressure stunningly;
To push your every button ain't a game when messing up your chi!
Iroh: Though rapping's not my cup of tea, I'm truly proud of you:
Your effort's fueled with well-taught wisdom; his is fueled by Mountain Dew.
Zuko: You emote with the living vigor of a vehicle's namesake;
Insufficiently to trigger Koh the Stealer to face-take!
No Nuo mask and no Mjolnir, but I'm a demon micro-blazing;
Redirecting blasts with skill of likes unseen since Cairo Station!
You're unfit to go to war with me; best bring back Ripa 'Moramee.
Forget a comet's power; I make impacts meteorically!
I dig at your authority, prepared to stand and fight;
To take the throne is by seniority and morally my right!

The Arbiter:
While the Forerunners' sacred mantle is a wholly other story,
Mine took back a tainted title and restored its former glory!
I saw my kin's liberation and redemption through the schism;
The galactic Martin Luther, sans the antisemitism.
False truth knows no reconciliation with my plasma bident.
Watch my crew's craft crash a Kraken, cracking it like Clash of Titans!
Think a hundred-year war's settlement will honestly impress me?
Up above your tier level, I broke bonds kept three millennia!
To Agni Kai against this Kaidon, you ain't got the power-score;
The only bending I feel's in my knees, but not to bow before
A loser lord whose passion play is hurtling to tragedy:
You'll get your butt whooped to degrees unheard of in your family!
You lack in combat-evolution skill, and not to mention:
Your live casting; "what in Sang Heil?" says the million-dollar question,
And I'd rather be directed by some San'Shyuum than Shyamalan!
Now, Netflix is a venture fans don't even want to gamble on.

Your whole franchise fell out of grace when Bungie snapped the cord;
They should've given their I.P. the fail-safe C.E. had for swords,
'Cause with what 343's been guilty of, it's barely functioning!
Iroh: Indeed, and let's just say that Destiny's a very funny thing.
Zuko: You're gonna go up in a bigger mushroom cloud than High Charity;
Even Sokka calls it, clear as day: you just died lyrically!
Your flow has all the consistency of the Kig-Yar's design,
And I require no long shots to point-blank kick your behind,
So you can keep your carbine! It's not some Ba Sing Se conspiracy:
There's no war raging here; more a curb stomp, in plain sincerity!
I'm like a Jiralhanae Chieftain: slamming chumps with gravity!
Just call me Zukortana: my comeback is running rampantly,
And speaking candidly, the way this battle ends is your defeat!
I'm driving this track's last leg; stay with handling the turret seat!
The win is like my mother, 'cause I'm bringing it home;
Of finishing this fight, the honor goes to Zuko alone!