Spidey Fam as Dimentio
Mint as Green Mage

Beat prod. by Surce
Extra production by Mint
Written, mixed, thumbnail made by Mint

Dimentio:
I know you’re a fan of the arts, son
But you’ve just picked a fight with the Dark One
I'm gaming's token demented jester
But step up, you’re known for accepting death
(Hahahaha!) I’ve never seen a sulker this slow
Oh I love theatrics, but don’t put on a show
Because I’m going to have the most wonderful time
As I keep on cooking up the ultimate flow!
While you were off LARPing and going insane
I’ve got a large posse and it’s growing today
’Cause when my shots fire, I’ll control and delete
This troll and he’ll be released from his coil and be free
Because I think that I’d rather leave you floored than Floro’d
No real niche, so I’ll sweep you thoroughly
And if you believe you’re not mental to mention me
You can drink of Dimentio’s Dimension D!

Green:
I’m almost at a loss for words on this blasphemer
Claiming that he’s hot shit like the highest planner
But the blueprints for your last scheme are
Lookin’ like a half-ass straight from the Tribe of Banter!
When I go and say that I'm striking new ground
I mean I'm striking new ground with lightning, frighteningly loud
And when my song hits there's no piping me down
Yeah while I'm lighting up crowds, people are wishing the first fight had you down!
So you can try to ward off this warlock
But this puppet master’s force stopped by a road block
‘Cause a flat plumber roped off all his poor cons
Add this to the growing list of all of the Ls that this bro’s copped
Go and beg the Count to clean up that crime scene
You try to pull on the strings but can't hatch a rhyme scheme
…Maybe it’s my eye, but I think that I’d see
If you even tried to get in my psyche
Those raps that you lash are so laughably sad
That you're fit to wear that comedy and tragedy mask
To put this asshat on blast I won’t need to grip any weapons
Just a pair of scissors to teach you a lesson

Dimentio:
Well, wasn’t that cute! I should get Steam achievements-
‘Cause you were simply put dishing no hits, Green, I see that
And let me raise a point that’s maybe apt to cause distress:
Against a playwright, maybe write some lines with any actual effect!
(ay!) The entertainer with the harshest prose
Dimensions rise and pass when I spark a flow
Plant this seed in your fragile mind, hark and know
That in this track I’m the pure heart and soul!
Right now Green is green with envy at my grandiose
But he’s in the shadow of my fantastical act and that fact he knows
So leave this feud now or even with the slightest of blunders
At least you won’t be the first man in green I’ve sent under

Green:
Aaaand that’s all that he had
Surprised I endured that without going fuckin’ mad!
A toss up with Red’s arm couldn’t slay your whole shtick
Harder than when Nintendo became a Gold Pig
But the quality now that this loser's done
Shot from Midnight Town at light speed into the sun!
'Fore I head off, I'll give a little send-off, and ruthless:
You’re forever disappointing, that’s an Absolute Truth bitch

Green Mage vs Dimentio. R∆P BATTLE!

Me as both
Mixed by Freshy Kanal
Instrumental by Kustom

TERRIBLE RAP BATTLES OF COMIC SANS
FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT
VS
JERRY SEINFELD
BEGIN


Jerry Seinfeld:
Want a World War-Burton? Joe Swanson can’t spit hard
When old grandpas make up his whole fan club
But by now, I’m sure you’re used to sitcoms
Cause that body of yours sure ain’t fit for stand-up
Ayyy, Jerry Seinfeld, unrivaled
Grab a mic, I’ll go right into spittin’ fire, insightful 
Can’t hope to fight all my titles because my comedy’s dominant
While you’re awful in politics, your democracy flopped to bits
And your policies aren’t shit to the shows that I’ve landed
So this song, I’ll be calling it “Punks in Chairs Getting Their Asses Handed”
Set foot in the White House, unemployment went berserk
Jesus, not even your legs wanted to work
It’s your Constitutional right to not talk, so use it
Cause that novice Truman drops more bombs than you, man
What are your contributions? We’re all just clueless, for real!
Left the American people asking “What’s the New Deal?”
Got status higher than you during your Infamy spiel, cretin
My damn Bee Movie Script tops all your boring ass speeches
My old man fought for the Allies, so I’ll respect your appeal
But now the only Axises you’re battling are on your wheelchair wheels

FDR:
You call yourself a comedian? Those jokes were dreadful!
The only thing we have to fear is another one of your specials
To hell with your two cents, I’ll give you my right dime
I’ll need less than four terms to dismantle your tight five
FDR sets the bar extra hard ‘gainst this farce
Left in shards when I’m armed, best not harm the pres in charge
500 pairs of sneakers and still no footing in humor
Just a dried out boomer, call you Amy Shoe-mer
I trashed Hitler’s whole state, you took silver to Goldthwait
But you must be fed up with all the critics on your plate
I’m the next George Washington, you’re ignored over George Costanza
Even Madison would tower over crack Adam Sandler
I led my country through the greatest depths
When the economy crashed harder than the Marriage Ref
Then I beat the world’s evils, stirred people up with ill words
And now they pit me up against a safe for work Bill Burr?

Jerry Seinfeld:
Let’s back it up a tad bit, you cousin-loving fascist 
Don’t act like your past isn’t shrouded in trash, prick
Try rescuing refugees, or if that’s too much to ask
At least try not cramping the Japanese in internment camps
You just might be the most racist dude in World War Two
Cause even Hitler treated Jesse Owens better than you
First man to rep a black card, that’s the kinda bank this dude owns
But the only Black guy you ever liked was Hugo

FDR:
With that foul rap odor, I doubt you’re sober
‘Cause you whine about society more than the Joker
And now Gen Z memes cause your legacy to wilt
Change your sitcom’s description to a show about your skill
You barely made it, your career was carried thanks to Larry David
And you dare to claim I’m racist when your fame is dated
Fading ratings, there’s no way you’ll save ‘em, tanked just like your failed relations
Maybe make sure that the babe you crave’s of age before you date them
Franklin’s undebatedly the greatest man to grace this planet
Your bits make some lame kids laugh but my words make the stage go frantic
Make you panic, hateful tactics won’t suffice or aid your rapping
I don’t need a cane to grasp, my verbal hooks will take this has-been

WHO WON?
WHO’S NEXT?
WE DECIDE!
TERRIBLE RAP BATTLES OF COMIC SANS

Franklin D. Roosevelt vs Jerry Seinfeld. Terrible Rap Battles of Comic Sans

Feat. https://soundcloud.com/bob-673262474 as Francisco

Francisco - Compared to my new album, you ain’t worth shit.
I’d rather cry, cum, shit and piss.
Album, album, album, I nut in my sock.
Your penis can’t measure up to my Franciscock.
(God, you look like my dead wife, now watch me whip.)
You look like shit.
…
You look like shit.
…
You look like shit.
…
You look like shit.
You are mom is a bitch.
Kill yourself.
Hey, have you heard of my new album?

the poopshiters - Since the 1990s, the poopshitters have been poppin’ off.
Between the time it took us to release 2 albums, your carrer rose and died off.
No one wants to listen to your knockoff Freddy Faz-cock.
Now make like the peepissers and piss off!
Your FnF’ mod got canceled and forgotten just like your music.
Release music on a consistent schedule, bet you can’t do this!
Me when your music drops: Mr. Incredible Becomes Uncanny Phase 2
Mr. Incredible Becomes Canny is what I do when I beat you.

Francisco - Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP, SHUT UP
Yeah I'm pipin, while y'all are simpin; Fransico is made for war.
Yeah, I get all the bitches now tell me, WHERE ARE YOURS.
I’m jqueling over this battle like “Oh me oh my”
Now guess what, deez nuts, twerk on you and die.
(Also, check out my new album-)

the poopshitters - Listen to Triple Divorce Papers?
I'd rather wipe my boney ass with sandpaper lmao!
I hate you like Super the Mario’s brother Luigigort.
(Which is a reference to the I Hate You creepypasta btw.)
Now suck my Sans Undertale dick while I shit poop.

Inside Joke Rap Battles: Fransico vs. the poopshitters

Inside Joke Rap Battles: Francisco vs. the poopshitters

Azia as Lofi Girl 
RaccoonBroVA as Kousei Arima
Written by Special Inquisitor Rayyan
Mixed by Light
Beat by Epistra
Cover art by M!CAH
Art in Cover Art by Charles Draws

Lofi Girl (0:13)
Uh, could you quiet down please? I'm trying to revise
At least so I can put my mind to writing lines to fight this guy
I'd turn my headphones up a little to drown out your music
But it's useless when you'd do it to yourself, all 'cause your trauma's ruthless! 
(Hit it)
You really just don't know when to quit it
With living in the past like a haunted spirit
As a child, your skill built you a positive image
But you tore it apart in your music exhibit
It took a dying girl to push your limits
But you didn't wanna pay her visit
When she fought for her life with her failing condition
Just 'cause you were jealous of her friend, what a dimwit
My pen game’s divine, man, check my assignments 
A's all around, you fall flat in the C (sea) that you're trapped in
Your whole life, you've come across violence/violins
Both from the love and the mom which you're lacking 
Face the facts, kid, your existence is tragic, you get beaten up everywhere you go  
And gave your fans a sour taste in their mouths, like you just played them one of your notes

Kousei (0:54):
I often feel trapped, yes, but you're no exception 
Forced to listen to the same songs on repeat 24/7
I can sense the torment in you, your soul’s gradually decaying
Even I don't suffer that much from the music I've been playing (Uh)
You're counterproductive, waving a pen back and forth will not get you the grades that you strive for
None of the tests you've prepared and revised for could compare to all the demons that I've fought
Sleep, you're deprived of, while I am simply unrivaled if we talk musical style
The pianist idol, you just sit idle slaving away with your notes in a cycle
Took over ChilledCow’s channel but you ain't got any beef
You're telling me this Miyazaki reject is my enemy?
Quit selling me your vinyls with recycled compositions
Jade, don't mess with me - in song I'm known to crush my opposition! (Ohhh!)

Lofi Girl (1:36):
I'm taking notes, you can't hear ‘em; to Ryota, you're an interference 
Between him and the girl that you're missing, lied to up until her disappearance 
Feared you couldn't play like you once did; fell from the pedestal that people put you on
No wonder you kept beating yourself up with such an abusive mom 
Don't you get it, Kousei? It's your fate 
Everyone that you love’s being taken away
Couldn't find time with Tsubaki to play
‘Cause you were too busy getting slapped in the face (Ay!)
I can see why you and Kaori match
You're the brains to her brawn ‘cause a brain’s what she lacks
Nothing measures up to the scale of your strife;
All the joy that you’ve felt were short-lived like her life

Kousei (2:02):
I've been taught by the best to not do my worst
And I've caught the attention of all to my work
Jade, you've fought to impress them and leave them immersed
But you brought only dread like you sold them your merch
And I ought to address the barren way that you look
I'd bring more emotion to a keyboard than you could
Face it, you will never top me in fights
When I redesign that face like a copyright strike 
I’ve been moving people with my music since I was a kid
You’re stuck in the same spot for schoolwork, hoping you don’t fail at it
No family in sight to shed any shred of remorse
Just a Whisper to our Hearts, and it's time I finally silenced yours (Shhhh)

Lofi Girl vs Kousei Arima. SIR Rap Battles Season 2 (ft. Azia & RaccoonBroVA)

Saul Goodman Vs. Daredevil

Two titans of the cards industry deck it out in the series debut of TableTop Rap Battles!

Freeced as Poker
Quizzique as Uno

Written by Quizzique, Alchemyking, Freeced
Mixed and Arranged by GlitchDude
Art by 3ple
Thumbnail by Quiz
Beat prod. by Anywaywell

Poker (0:11)
IT’S POKER NIGHT!
From diamonds to hearts, I’m the poster child
Your fans are like Texas, hold ‘em tight
But for this loner it’s hopeless, I’mma
Blow jokers out like your open mics
Servers must have overheated from Markiplier’s exposures
Now I’m stirring up the flames cause I’m fire with pokers

You couldn’t compare to the stacks that I’m dishin’
Gambling is my mission, my game needs precision for every decision
You’ll need some ambition for this competition
What your fans are missin’ is brains, they envision the colors because it’s
Appealing to the mindless children that flock in your fanbase like pigeons
And flooding the market with SPECIAL EDITIONS

You rode on waves of hype and managed to keep your fame, right
But I’ve got blackjack, while you’re the black sheep of Game Night
You split friendships and families apart more than I cut the deck
Don’t care you lose the heart of the cards, long as you cut a cheque

Uno (0:48)
That whole play was awful, so now I’m jumpin in
Leave a hole punched in you cus you’re out of commission
You say I’m cutting cheques, I’m saying check your cuts
Casinos taking thousands out of players, now they bet the dust

Forget the Jack of Spades, I’m the jack of trades
Your cheatin’ players jacking trades, try my rules and they won’t last a game
You’re past your fame, your only audience is rich kids with depression
I’m the superior game of luck cus I’m dealin in 7s

You’re boring me more than the boardwalks that you’re shoring
Put the chalk up to the scoreboard and you’ll see who’s really scoring
I’d think you were a poker chip the way you’ve been dispensed, dude
Like my +2s, I’d say the odds are stacked against you

Poker (1:24)
Check my legacy, millions of users playing on desktops
You only spawned a couple of losers screaming on Xbox
I’m going coast to coast, you go Uno and Dos
I go big or go home, while your hands only go for broke

My game is so dope, it’s making people draw in Westerns
While all of your draw cards couldn’t even draw investors
I’m one of a kind, you’re crazy eights straight out the bargain bin
But enter the casino gates, you know the house will always win

Uno (1:48)
I got a deuce with my verses, royally flush this gaming turd
Got players’ blood pumping, looks like you hit a Vegas nerve
You’re getting skipped, at such a loss you’ll need to be reimbursed
Now I’m Flippin this battle, let’s send this track in reverse

Chop it up, like drawing a card I’m going off the top
Only bitches play poker, and I ain’t just talking dogs
I shed your insults off like they’re fleas, you’re nothing but a disease
Winning this gamble with ease, cus I’ve got tricks up my sleeves

Once respectable crime, it is such a pity
You’re getting forgotten in time - Atlantis City
Such a snore, you should’ve chosen War to play a waiting game
If you wanna win so bad, all you gotta do is say my name

Poker vs Uno - TableTop Rap Battles #1 (ft. Freeced)

Written by: CreeperPasta 
Beat produced by: Rajaste
Mixed by: CreeperPasta
Thumbnail by: LimJJ
Flowtest by: Theme Park Avenue
Mr Pickles: Dr.Dee
Binky: Kamren
Presentator: Quizzique 
Arthur: CreeperPasta
Arthur's Dad: JustGamer
Francine: CreeperPasta
Muffy: DerpiesGamingBlast


Presentator: 
You Gotta Be Kidding Me: A game for kids and grown ups. What's the problem, Arthur?

Arthur: 
Binky is still fucking my mother, and ever since he came to my house, DW has been missing. What should I do?

Arthur's Dad: 
Here's a tip, Arthur. Get me out of here.

Francine: 
It's ok, Binky is fucking my mother too. You'll get used to it.

Muffy: 
You should mind your business. You'll live longer that way.

Binky: 
Nobody said you couldn't join us, Arthur.

Mr Pickles: 
I know exactly how to deal with your mother, Arthur.

First made her giggle no tickle (uh)
Then made her tickle my pickle (uh)
Killing them all like a sicko (uh)
Make holes in your mind with no prickles (uh)
Do you wanna fight? You're bark and no bite
Don't fuck around with Mr Pickles (uh)
If these bitches bite, oh yes, these bitches bite
Like Tommy, I react with giggles, uh
I'm a different beast from a different breed. I love the taste of minced meat (ruff!)
You're P-BS for an ARG, and as shitpost, you just piss me off
At least I'm loyal to my human. You see your friends as your enemies
You need discipline, so serve me or I serve you to my pet Steve.

Binky:
I took a bath with Arthur's mom, but you're the one who's washed up
Lesser Lassie's trapped in a well. Let's see you get out with more trash talk.
A beast, a threat? To whom, may I ask? It's time you face the facts
You died soulless, and Sheriff replaced you in time as Grandpa gave you the ax 
No more secrets, Mr Pickles. You don't scare me in the least
You may lay down deep on your lair, but you can't hide from this beast
I solve problems. I help people. I seek to achieve perfection
You're a vermin, son of a witch. I hope you like vivisections

Mr Pickles:
Trash talk? I speak the language that makes my bidding get done
From now on, anyone who repeats your verses is speaking in a dead tongue 
So don't threaten me with a good time. Now it's time to say goodbye 
As I rip your limbs, break your ribs and I eat your flesh under the moonlight 

Binky:
Try that on me, your balls come off. Keep this horny beast locked up.
Animals, corpses, your verses, your series. All of those things, you fucked up.
Another problem solved, you knew how this ended deep down.
But cheer up, Mr Pickles. Your corpse will look nice in my treehouse.

Mr Pickles vs Binky (You Gotta Be Kidding Me) - Rap Off

Welcome back to Lame-Ass Rap Battles! Today we have a battle of Barry's who found meaning in their lives when taking flight; Barry Steakfries, main character of Jetpack Joyride vs Barry Benson, main character of the Bee Movie. Enjoy, and happy April Fool's!

King Mewtwo as Steakfries

Zawesome as Benson

- LYRICS -

Welcome to another Barry vlog, I hope you're excited
We got a bug who couldn't score close to a B minus 
Warburton should boot whoever wrote your shit
I can hear Jerry in the booth like “wHaT’s ThE dEaL wItH tHiS sCrIpT?”
Film companies don't gotta kick into high gear
Cuz DreamWorks' fly bee won’t see any Buzz for Lightyears 
Which Barry will bury the other? No discussion
Probably not the one who hits on his own cousin 
When I'm dripping on him, he'll drop like it's rain water
Found a granny and decided to swat her? Get smacked with a swatter
And you murked Winnie? Where’s this geek's morality
Oh wait, you're the one who put the “bee” in beastiality

I'll carry this on my back cuz I'm plane amazing
When I'm done you’ll really run endlessly this time
But according to all known laws of aviation
There’s no way that a bee… could be this fly!
Adam, relax; he’s not a human. I’m correct
Cuz he’s built like a mini-fridge and dude don't have a neck
You Halfbrick half-wit, imma smack this fellow
Sweater reppin the east hive; black and yellow, black and yellow
Here's your last crossover for you to exploit for cash
You must get along with your dog cuz you got stale in a Flash
Ya like when I'm jazzed up or are you getting peeved
Man, look at your jacket, you got nothing up your sleeve 

Joke about my sleeves? Now your fun’s stopping
Cuz this shotty on my back ain’t the only guns popping
I won't be lying! I'll beeline past your bee line, you slacker
… if I say “bee” more will you end faster?
Cannon's blasting, there's no use hiding under cups
Dude told a girl "you didn't kill me, now I'm dumb in love"
Strong Arm Machine! Without S.A.M. I’ll still fuck you up
Keep eating Cheerios, I’ll be making your Honey Nut
Wanna go to court? You’ll be sentenced to life with
Charges of ruining flowers and a shitty Xbox tie-in
Here's the only way you'll ever be that hot
Call you Cardi Bee Benson with that Weak-Ass Plot

Funny you mention breaking up couples
Cuz while you were riding your bird, I found your girl up on Bumble
I’m that ballin’ pollen jock, but you can hop off of mine
“Steakfries” is right with your medium and salty rhymes
But lemme really break it down ‘til this guy is frownin’
He ain’t a Steakfries, his real name is Friesenhausen
Cuz mommy wanted a Gareth but mistyped, and now his
Whole life he got a name you sound like a troglodyte pronouncin' 
What's the Age of these Zombies selling you for a fast buck?
The most legit thing about you is where you stole your pack from 
Here’s one more stinger so you get the point, guy
You’re so tired out; I'll call you Jetlag Joyride

Written, directed, and beat arranged by Commander Jacob
Beat produced by William Davies
Mixed by Fightmarker (w/ help from Freshy Kanal)
Feedback by JustGamer, GamingPlush64, Fightmarker, and the spaceship

Thanks for listening
-ComJac

Bee Movie vs Jetpack Joyride | Lame-Ass Rap Battles

Welcome to episode 2 of TableTop Rap Battles, where these absorbers of orbs take bites out of each other!

Danii as Hungry Hungry Hippos
https://www.youtube.com/@SwaggyFlan
Fightmarker as Pac-Man
https://www.youtube.com/@fightmarker

Written by Quizzique
Mixed and Mastered by Zagranis
Beat prod. by InsaneBeatz
Art by WAN
Thumbnail by Quiz

Hungry Hungry Hippo (0:11)
If you wanna win the game, you gotta take good aim
Not roam around a maze searchin’, for some ghosts to maim
It’s a household name, with the childhood acclaim
You think you’re the same, but your console fame is down the drain

It’s a race, it’s a chase, hurry up and feed my face
The only phantom here’s your cabinets now haunting the arcades
I was entertaining kids before they made your ugly mug
While your memes only pleased Gen Z til you got swept under the Rugg

Pac-Man (0:33)
This hippo with the fattest waist wants to face it up and fight?
It’s a hunk of plastic waste against the greatest of all time
I eat a track like power pellets, better start to flee like Clyde
If you’re so damn hungry hungry then I’ll serve you by the slice

Yo, you say my game’s the ghost while you eat dust at Hasbro
Think you’re family friendly? You got kids slapping your ass, bro
You must’ve lost your marbles, like your film’s producers, they got scattered
Then a child found them, and now your whole gag’s a choking hazard

Hungry Hungry Hippo (0:56)
All those burns are useless, man, I got redeemed by ICE
I eat your flames and spit them back, your fire hydrant won’t suffice
Trapped inside a haunted maze, is eating pellets such a struggle?
When your brand feeds off of you so much, should really call it Nom-co

I’ve got a conga line, you couldn’t conjure lines to buy your shit
Franchise is half-assed, so it makes sense Midway acquired it
This nerd should know he can’t compare to the bite of a hippopotamus
Because my stomach’s like your fall from grace: Bottomless

Pac-Man (1:19)
Your redemption’s like a plastic broken jaw, there still ain’t no budgin’
Shit’s as trusty as your tournaments, they both got Rogue Judges
My fruity power-ups demolish all your Veggies
Cover genres, while your online fanbase is just like your teeth: edgy

They call me Puck Man, you’re just a Piggy Punk, man
You’re outta luck, man, I don’t give a fuck, man
Gaming mascot 1, groups of 3-4, I eat ‘em all
So you can call me Level 256, ‘cus I’m unbeatable

Hungry Hungry Hippos vs Pac-Man - TableTop Rap Battles #2 (ft. Danii and Fightmarker)

CONFIDENCE CODE (PREDATOR PRESENCE)

While Bart vs Cartman is being animating we thought we'd release another battle to come out before it, so here it is; Big Macintosh vs Ice Bear.

Josh Chichester as The Announcer
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Frenzy as Big Macintosh
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JMBRaps as Ice Bear
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Lyrics:
Ice Bear:
Ice Bear spits hot, and serves an arsenal of dis(h)ses
While you’re about as cold and uptight as his living conditions
Ice Bear dominates the art of rap and spits his quips vehemently 
In this, Ice Bear’s aggressive and won’t obtain his win legally
You make Ice Bear faceplant, eucalyptus, so go and Nom Nom right on these disses
Ice Bear will Zap you like your Apples, expect to go out of business
Ice Bear’s a survival hero, Bear Gryll-ing rhymes like burgers
With the odds stacked against you, this’ll be my Sweet Apple Massacre

Big Macintosh:
Alright, Mr Smarty Pants, there’s no need to be so crabby
Crustaceans ‘cause more than hearing loss if think you can out rap me
Compared to the Crusader’s motives; your notions seem more bogus
Leave you in more of a trance than if I bestowed to you hypnosis 
I see you’re Flutter-shy when it comes to spitting cyphers 
You’ll have the fate of Flim and Flam, when it comes to the de-CIDER
(Eeyup.) I’ll buck you up, knocking you down like my farm’s trees
I’m Grizzly on the mic; you ripped your verbal schtick from Trixie

Ice Bear:
Stay in the closet, big guy, Ice Bear thinks you’re too much to bear
‘cause Ice Bear has seen more efficient Apples running Windows software
For a teacher as your love interest, you don’t seem all that smart
Ice Bear spits sharp remarks like ninja stars, leaving more than “Cutie” Marks 
You’re a feminine crossdressing insecure gluttonous liar
With more drunken and tedious lines than when you sell your cider
Ice Bear’s natural instinct; display raps in environments like these
Emphasis your fat all you like, Ice Bear doesn’t take shit from a pony

Big Macintosh:
You must be an Everyday Bear if you think you can do any harm
You’re like a schmoozy whoopie Maud Pie, except minus the charm
You just weigh your brothers down; I’m too big to handle on your own
This monotone germaphobe’s prone to the flow of this Ponytone  
An illeist counterfeit, those soft raps are like something you’d knit
So indolent and emotionless; I’ve seen more life in Granny Smith
There’s nothing wild about you, I would describe ya as quite primitive
So step off my farm’s perimeter and go back to your Care Bear misfits 



Big Macintosh vs Ice Bear. CartoonMadeRapBattles

Home of Lame-Ass Rap Battles, its side series Half-Ass Rap Battles, and maybe the occasional cover of someone else's battle.