Alen as Whitty
Cole as B-Rabbit
Written by: Alen & ColeTheCole
Mixing & Mastering: Light
Beat Produced by: Itzzeyrox
Thumbnail by: Alen

(0:13) Whitty:
Oh, hey. You wanna battle? You’re quite impish.
Not sure if there’s a point when you’ll end up choking once I finish.
‘Cause judging by your past raps, you won’t handle this fast scrap
Fired off ‘Caesars; a drop of heat would leave your ass cracked
So I’ll try and go easy but it’s quite hard against a pukin’ loser
Who’s a cuck, resides with a jobless mom alongside abusing daddy boozer
I’m warning ya, my lyrics hit like a verbal Tha Free World
So I suggest you scram without a word like how you let your ex girl

(0:34) B-Rabbit:
Came to battle on another friday night; how peculiar,
I wasn’t expecting to find Julius Oppenheimer Junior
I’ll defuse this bomb; the lines he drops ain’t heavy
I’ve seen hotter shit when eating up my mom’s spaghetti
You nervous, stupid? A lo-fi fight’s more your style; you’re at the wrong shed
Songs and disses are weak while my punchlines hover overhead
You’re dead, against I; this battle you should abandon
It’s no wonder your shots are suckin’ when this mod’s non-canon

(0:56) Whitty:
You’re pushing my limits, dude. It’s best not to pursue this.
I like you, so let’s just forget this happened; Don’t make me do this.

(1:01) B-Rabbit:
I’ve expected more heat but your bars are just so weak, man
You’re creating more fire when you’re burning posters with your hands

(1:07) Whitty:
ENOUGH; I’m sick of dirt like you who refuse to leave me alone
I’ll stain you with bars so filthy they get worse than your trailer home
Your life only declines; no rebounding from this ‘bout, you clown
Your mental state crumbles more than your fucking car breaks down
I’m cracking fingers, you eat fists
Catch your career dead in a damn ditch
I’ve been raising the bar and frame rates
You’re throwing beer bottles in strained hate
The shots I fire are so violent, son
Your best shots are off a paintball gun
After this duel you’re gonna lose yourself
Make like Cheddar Bob and shoot yourself

(1:28) B-Rabbit:
Hey, temper temper; You ain’t tough, you’re a fuckin’ bore
This guy tries to be hard, please, his real name is Whitmore
I could freestyle a better verse, I’m ballistic with the way I bite
Why you surprised Rabbit’s owning you in a fuckin’ hip-hop fight?
I work with metal all day, your ass should be afraid
I’ll battle you smash you down get a promotion and get paid
Go throw your mic again and cry over this loss in sorrow
I’ll be nabbin’ the seven digits from your mother for a dolla tomorrow

Whitty vs. B-Rabbit. Rap Battle #3

Lyrics/Beat/Trivia: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YlQ3ZP9nsYIZJO7Pb6J7lXe5eDyMg6J9mccaG0-E_j0/edit
garbageGothic as Lake
Stark Media as Dark Pit
Written by MetaMachine and Legengo
Mixed by Freshy Kanal
Beat by Dansonn
Thumbnail by Rabi
Hint to next battle: "All in their Pockets" (featuring Swizkii and AlaskanSam)

Dark Pit vs. Lake

Lidl drill, man swipe that till,

Brothers cynmixx (mike & rio)

bodak yellow cardi x Skusta Clee panda  .m4a

LAR80s / Fightmarker as Michael Myers
Vladimyr P. as Sam

WELCOME TO A SINISTER RAP BATTLE
MICHAEL MYERS
AGAINST
SAM
BEGIN

Michael Myers:
Coming hard on this Mike, I bring the fuel to ignite
This Myers spitting fire cross the pyers to incite a fright
Your pumpkin pie can’t ever stand up to my skills with this knife
Bleeding seeds and spilling guts; losing your Saturday Night Life
Don’t call me Austin Powers, I won’t answer to Wayne
The only schwing you’ll hear from me is my blade bringing the pain
You’re the Picard to my Kirk a Hallow-eenie mini me
Your Jack o’lanterns all smirk without any comedy
I couldn’t give a Shatner about your weak and bleak portrayal
When I feast on Samhain the preparation will be fatal
Just like Geoffrey Giraffe, you don’t want to grow up
And your film’s a Blockbuster; bankrupt.

Sam:
I’ll analyze your thoughts, you’re not as psycho as you seem
Bates Motel was scarier even without the shower scene
The blood I spill Covers-all, so zip it, and grab your mop
I’m the megamall of Horror while you’re just a Little Shop
You’ll mourn when the Thorn is torn, I ad-myer the forewarn
But you have the mind of a kid so join the Children of the Corn
So grab your kettle, pop it up, the show’s ‘bout to begin
You’ll bear true witness to the terror for I am the pumkin-gpin

Michael Myers:
Your Burlap Sack raps are wack, what’s hiding in your stash?
No Chocolate Bars, you’re lolly-gagging, since you couldn’t light a match
Box office zero, direct to blue-ray show, it’s such a pity
I’m filling seats at AMC; you’re on clearance at Party City
You’ll be Dead by Daylight once I nail you to the fence
Carpenter’s hammering nails will leave you hanging in suspense
I’m your creator but I’ll still cut you like my sister
You’re never scene in theaters; forever a d-lister

Sam:
If you’re wanting some suspense, then I guess I’ll take the lead
That chocolate covered pocket verse was worse than Halloween 3
That movie’s subtitle was Season of the Witch
But If you’d have been the star they’d call it Season of the Bitch
The Zombies Robbing of your win, in Grave danger of what’s within
You got no Spirit-Halloween, so I will cleanse you of your sins
Loomis calls you pure evil, but I think it’s just clickbait
Have a glass of H20, because you need some to rehydrate!
The Pumpkin Patch is open, come and pick your harvest boon
Just Stop clowning around, and IT will all be over soon
You’re a disgrace to the night of October 31st
Trick ‘R Treating’s my bag, so you’ll leave this battle cursed

WHO MURDERED THE MIC?
COMMENT THE WAIVER BELOW
RETURN TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL
FOR ANOTHER
SINISTER RAP BATTLE

Writers: Vlad and John P.
Beat Producer: Dansonn
Mixer / Effects: Vlad
Cover Art Made by Vlad

Michael Myers (Halloween) vs Sam (Trick ‘R Treat). Sinister Rap Battles

(This battle was originally going to be for Jason Carreon's series, but due to him not wanting to make battles anymore, he gave it to me to finish)

Jacob as Tim
Moby as himself
Dragonex as Fry
trisngar as Bender

Written by Jason Carreon 
Additional help by Lauren
Mixed by Jacob
Beat by Kustom / Flowtest by Trakked
Cover Art by Cole

Fry and Bender:
Bender, is an online class really how the future sees that?
Well, I don't think it's peaked that, it's just trash meatbag
What a lame opp, I've seen a much better BrainPop
When- Someone commits suicide? No! When the hype Train stops
I'm five years old, and I haven't learned squat yet, ain't it something?
This is an even worse cross than Star Trek.. and something
Get out of my diss range, 'fore I smoke this odd nerd
Really think you spit flames? Let me laugh even harder

Tim and Moby: 
Dear Tim and Moby, "Can you diss mouths that run like a faucet?"
Good question, but first, they should both come out of the closet
Romophobia? Drop it, your act isn't convincing
Got a-Head and in addition, you fell, just like Nixon
[Beep] Moby, they portrayed the future, but who knows
It's ironic, when The Simpsons could better do so
These two know radio soda, and cigars aren't define?
Well, audience, a prime example of what happens to your mind

Fry and Bender:
No emotion on that track? I thought what the bot said was funny
At least we don't have districts like; "SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY"
Your fan-fics were really gross, and we'll watch your 'base spike when
You bite our shiny metal ass But you'd probably like it. (Heh!)

Tim and Moby:
You jumped the gun like this is the second dimension
Sci-Fi makes me sigh fine, but shew horning in lessons?
Get your feet out of the freezer, this small Fry's delirious
Brother stealing dreams, or? Life was always Mysterious
Run to your 'clops friend, sewers are dark with no light
Paved the way like your dog pet, all bark and no bite
Take notes for this Delivery, you fell victim to time, "man"
Just look at you, the 1990's wants their Fry back! [Beep]

Fry and Bender vs. Tim and Moby | Rap Battle

OFFICIAL LYRIC VIDEO: https://youtu.be/vOVfVYHMzKE

AdamUBER as Pyramid Head
Vladimyr P. as Siren Head

WELCOME TO A SINISTER RAP BATTLE
PYRAMID HEAD
AGAINST
SIREN HEAD
BEGIN

Pyramid Head (0:22):
Your siren’s are not alarming but you’ll be the one I’m harming
A need for wins; I’m starving, Rule34? How charming.
The rates will make you faint as the views are in your plaint
No ones dawned upon this Siren Head who was drawn in MS Paint
Any dimension I’ll win, washing away at your sins
I’d get the recorder to document this; but you’re showing too much skin
I’m not into that I’m into rap I am monstrous right on this track
I’ll sharpen my knife on your boney flesh; forever making you an insomniac
I’m quite iconic but here is something unknown;
My bare hands are my weapons but the real weapon’s my tone
I’ve executed you with beats so look out when you’re on the streets
Shame this game cannot repeat, sirens go silent when deceased

Siren Head (0:51):
I’m stalking when I’m rocking so just quit with all your talking
With my sights on you; I'm locking, and I’m one you won’t be stopping
NINE. EIGHTEEN. ONE. CHILD.
You’re number SEVENTEEN. So I’ll REMOVE. This VILE.
Overshadowing The Shadowed one to fuck you with the truth
You’ll never know of my true face when you’re Leatherface’s youth
I’m Executing Executioners so you’ll really need hospice
And when I drop this; you couldn’t keep caution
..so try to square up; but you were left defenseless
Your angles couldn’t shift making you quite offenceless
Flowing like a downpour; flooding your Silent Hill
But you’ll hear alarms alarming you you’ll be in for this Silent Kill

Pyramid Head (1:25):
Is your lightbulb on? This hunt’s no bright idea
Piggybacking off of Slender Man and ripping off Amnesia
You seem quite dehydrated; already jaded and faded
Broadcasted on CNN; “this megaphone is.. naked?”

Siren Head (1:36):
Step out from the mist I spit my loss is your deception
So don’t take off your helmet or we’ll need [VIEWER DISCRETION]
And what you diss-missed; you might wanna resign
I’ll throw you into the abyss to leave you scrapped like your design.

WHO MURDERED THE MIC?
COMMENT THE WAIVER BELOW
RETURN TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL
FOR ANOTHER
SINISTER RAP BATTLE
*Siren Goes off*

Writers: Vlad and AdamUBER
Beat Producer: ShyGuyMadelt
Mixer / Effects: Vlad
Cover Art Made by Vlad

Pyramid Head vs Siren Head. Sinister Rap Battles

Ephraim Winslow : WillEpicFilcks 
Thomas Wake : Light 

Flapjack : CyanMilkShake / nEon
Captain K'Nuckles : Freshy Kanal

Written by Kamren.
Additional help by CreepSwitch and Paige.
Thumbnail background by Oofie.
Beat : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-HVC4XknA9A
Beat Prod. : BreathtakingBeats.
Mixed by Freshy Kanal
Thumbnail by Jason Carreon

Lyrics :
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1IKlfmX93Xn1Wswj4c6RTeotRYEdyBo7k89UjO5nCOI4/edit

Lyrics Explained + Trivia! :
https://docs.google.com/document/d/16_LJsAhTAn-cq7Nb6AgtDolZ0vnSX0VLrDFosp105GE/edit

The Lighthouse vs The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack - Rap Battle!

LYRICS

The Neighbor:
I’m trying to live in peace, could you step out of my house please?
‘Fore I leave you grounded after I throw you out of boundaries
There’s more frights in your crude map than whatever this ghoul has
Ditch the Itch.io, you’re better fit for CoolMath
Flipping the game’s script, your fourth wall-breaking techniques are ancient
I’m bringing a new age of gaming horror- you’re in need of a face-lift
Your concept turned brainless, I’ll send Dr. Frankenstein into the basement
Not able to phase this, a bigger failure than your creation!

No Players Online:
This neighbor best stay off my lawn if he knows what my game holds
Mobile stole your mechanics and crafted Granny from the same mold
Make like your son and shove it; your daughter and dollars hit the floor hard. 
Even my intentional bugs are less frequent than yours are
Crumble a family when I crash the server list
Well, at least what’s left of it, once your car had short-circuited
Not even Hide and Seek could recapture the mass	
Because I’m stealing this win like we’re playing Capture the Flag
Once I’m in your sight, there’s no more running. It’s warned if you join, you’ll be scorned with
Rhymes like your productions, with how you’re rushed in. You’re worse than the dads that play you and record it!
Milked to death by every kids channel, it’s a surprise you were even given the spotlight
When you bound to crash down back to your actual relevance and there’s No Players Online

The Neighbor:
Scripted encounters are the only time that you could manage to shake tracks
Went from a quiet stalker to "Honey, I Put You On The Quake Map!"
You dropped the ball but I’m experienced with kickin’ rowdy kids!
My size is piercing skies, but your mind’s still made the cloudiest
You’re leaving players to find numbers in bullets, but it’s still not as mind-boggling 
How you think you'd win with rhymes like your experiments- a farther reach than a doggy leash
A plothole bigger than the year gap, VHS tapes can’t mask how you’re on ice
The only things fans are waiting for is a sequel: “No Hot Singles Online”

No Players Online:
Critics shot you down ever since your first beta release 
My servers even gain new players when I’m begging them to leave 
With your kind of broken life, it’s insisted that you load save
So many updates, they flooded your rooms, now you’re digging your own grave

CREDITS

Gridline Studios (Mr. Tibbs) as The Neighbor
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCOOMjwHWvLMJFqpNypqVA6g
Razzy as No Players Online
https://soundcloud.com/simplyrazzy

Written by Rabi and GamingPlush64
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtWX7jJ5lodM_poQuXMTqjQ
Mixed by Rabi (Beat) and GamingPlush64 (Vocals)
Beat by Kustom
Thumbnail by Rabi

No Players Online vs. Hello Neighbor - Rap Battle

Brodecai as Bughuul
Vladimyr P. as The Babadook

WELCOME TO A SINISTER RAP BATTLE
BUGHUUL
AGAINST
THE BABADOOK
2
BEGIN

Bughuul:
The camera’s on to film your second defeat, you couldn’t ever cross this deity
With my rhymes divine, I am assigned to burn a pop-up book for his victory
You’re a bogus-man type Bogeyman and you really think that you’re the Sinister one?
So hush little one, it’s Time to put you to Sleep, igniting the pun filled fun, RUN
AWAY as I lay the rap down, you couldn’t back down from this smack down
You should LGB sTay Quiet cuz you couldn’t back-stroke from my flow, you’ll drown
Blowing out competition intersecting my path, I manipulate tracks so you’ll feel my wrath
Then I’ll make you go insane, and you’ll feel the pain from the aftermath of your final bloodbath!

The Babadook:
It’s a shame that you spat those childish flames like the failed scare tactic “BOO”
But I will be the one to make things interesting for your end in Chapter 2
So I’ll pop off with inferno raps so hot while being Sinister’s the only thing you’re not
I’m quite confused, baba is you, so try to top me and you’ll be left to rot
Because Neither-world wants you, you’re done dude, it seems that this King could never wear the crown
Consuming Children is rotten like how your tomatoes will forever and ever be going down 
I got this win on Mo-lock (Moloch) there’s no doubt you’ll be left in Denial but you should Accept your fate
You should say your grace ‘fore I put you in your place with these bars so malevolent; you’re one I’ll deprecate

Bughuul:
The shimmering midnight moonlight shines upon the one who’s bridle
As I lurk amongst the shadows; you need to pick up and study a Bible!
While you’re in the shadow of Freddy be ready for the monstrous bars that I spawn upon
The Babadook will be shook from the bars that I cook, I’ll banish you til you’re gone when you become my pawn
It’s Super unnatural torturing animals I will bash Babadook; feelin’ quite animus
Couldn’t shapeshift a good diss? How dreadful. I annialite tracks, like a Juul, you’re cancerous
Your tactics really Bug me so you should just go fulfil your prophecy
Cuz It’ll seem like Christmas Morning when you hang out with that family

The Babadook:
You should’ve remodeled your verse, cuz an outburst of yours couldn’t hurt
You just babble on, Babalonyan, so on tracks puny gods are what I subvert
I reign hell on the mic to put your head on a pike and I know I’m not the only one you wanna be like
You’re just a myth in the mist who couldn’t spit a good diss. I’m sorry, but you could never be my type.
I always be towering and overpowering you for eternity certainly
So I’ll end your demise with your own sacrifice just to shut you up!
But it seems your makers did that for me..

WHO MURDERED THE MIC?
COMMENT THE WAIVER BELOW
RETURN TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL
FOR ANOTHER
SINISTER RAP BATTLE

Writer: Vlad
Additional Writing Help by: LAR80s
Beat Producer: 5:10
Mixer / Effects: Vlad
Cover Art Made by Vlad

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