heh heh heh heh heh heh This is the clock song, we're setting all the clocks wrong

the laughs are similar than beavis and butt-head :P!

We are back with two horror icons, one classic and one modern! Today we have Children's book horror creature, Mr. (The) Babadook versus horror movie icon, Freddy Krueger. Enjoy!

CAST:
Zawesome as Freddy Krueger
Freshy Kanal as The Babadook

LYRICS:
KRUEGER:
One, two, Freddy’s coming for you
Three, fo- psych bitch! You’re about to get torn through!
(normal)
I come with the claws to end this fight quite sharply
Eating hot beats like I will this empty dark meat
Who else’s got the bars to leave you stomped into hell?
You’re getting wrecked so hard, you’ll end up haunting yourself
This shadow ain’t tough, he better wake up
Ready to get scraped up, or you need to fix your makeup?
Pull some rhymes outta your hat, you fuckin’ homeless magician
You look like you flopped at your Penguin audition
Your book couldn’t hold a candle against my twisted scripts
You’re the creepypasta version of Diary of a Wimpy kid
Welcome to my ceiling, you’ll do more than just twitch
I got the primetime slot, where’s your screen time, bitch?

BABADOOK:
In a word or in a look, you can’t get rid of Babadook
After all these years, he’ll finally shut your book
Off the top like his hat. With killer style, he’s the class act
Depression incarnate to face the flashy slashy asshat
Babadook is bashin in, he don’t blink when he beats ya
Preparing for his prey while you’re popping a pimple pizza
Dropping the sins of preachers, he’s feasting on a raw match
These days you’re clapping in the roster of Mortal Kombat
You can not reach the same size, you’ll end up where your fate lies
This tumor looking loonatic got left for Dead by Daylight
He can not be bothered with all the crimes you can’t recover from
Cuz he could be fucking you over a hundred times, like your mother was
He thinks that your filmmakers really couldn’t find the right scare
It seems to him that every reboot felt like a New Nightmare
Decapitating you faster than a hockey-masked thing could
You got ran out of town, but for kids you still Springwood

KRUEGER:
That’s what you call a verse? I’d like to teach you about hooks
But you left me counting sheep, call you B a a aa badook
Get dropped into this nightmare. It’s bedtime, bitch!
You only became an icon with a Netflix glitch
Couldn’t kill two people while I stack the bodies quick
All you did was watch while you stroked your Babadick
You had to get a bitch to kill another bitch to bring you back
Stuck in that chimney? You’re Santa without the sack
Went from a fidgety spook who shoulda remained quiet
Now you’re the new family pet with a baby bird’s diet

BABADOOK:
Surrender, sex offender, or the door’s coming down
Is he facing Pennywise? No, you’re more of a clown
He’d morph into your father, but there’s too many options
Would you prefer the abuser that you had from adoption?
With a ragged Christmas sweater and a face made of soft clay
Wes Craven a makeover but turned into self-cosplay
He started with a knock like “Dook Dook Dook”
Now he’s left this shook crook... cooked

The Babadook vs Freddy Krueger | GridLine Rap Battles Season 2

Regular Show - The Clock Song (Digitized by DigitalShawty)

Not mine, this audio belongs to Freshy Kanal
Eric the Audible as Dream
Snakebite126 as Nagito Komaeda
Kamren the Person as Monokuma

Dream:
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Enough of the prattle, you and me in a 1v1, I don't see much challenge but it still seems fun,
It's no Pet War but I'll beat ya in one verse and leave you like your dog: hit n' speedrun!
Count 'em up, my WR Ws are,
More plentiful than all the wounds that you cut on your arms.
You don't really set a high bar talking 'bout your fine art,
My avatar's drawn more consistent than your sprites are!
You hopeless loner, glad you know your own worth,
Don't need to dig down to know this stepping stone's below dirt!
I know you wanna get Hinata but your luck's not so grand,
If you can't even boost the odds of you hunting your man!
How'd you not hit Byakuya's imposter even with the pounds that that dude sports? (George!)
Guess this rabid fan is only catching hands from transplants with Junko's corpse! (George!)
Grab a bow and arrow for this ghost white barebones,
You could grow a forest with that bone meal hair, bro.
Check all the careers I'm setting the stage for,
While your lymphoma's set in the stage four!

Nagito Komaeda:
What a grand display! With all the wars you struggle to bear,
I'm mere trash in the way when compared to the Ultimate Square!
But when it comes to despair, (Yuh!) I have none left to spare, (Heh!)
So make like that disc pair, (Yee!) give it up in this pair!
I went through with one goal: exposing the traitor,
While you got exposed exploiting the traders,
Pursuing that dough then toy with your players,
Tom's suicide note is your kinda paper!
And paired with your Stan audience? I've inhaled gas less toxic,
He labels himself spotless, but I got it! (Let me break it down...)
Not a perfect roster your team crafted. (Huh?)
Ultimate Imposter of Team Crafted. (Huh?)
Then it met the same end 'cause then Schlatt won, (Huh?)
And turned L'Manburg into a L'Manhunt!
And normal's the only way to describe your catalog of bland songs,
Tell that plastic CG ragdoll it's best to keep the mask on!

Dream and Nagito Komaeda:
Oh come on, I thought you toted bombs.
With just a glance at your chances, your fans went "No that's wrong!"
Ironic Clay lacks foundation with all the arguments he's built...
And you're only blessed with fortune when it's from your parent's will! (Ooh!)

Dream:
You started your wooden arc sailing on a ship,
That explains why on the microphone you failed to land a hit!
You're as numb as it gets, your luck must've gun to your head,
But you're only firing blanks like it's Russian Roulette!
Your franchise took the stage and it ignited some flames,
But I'll be snuffing you all out like a fire grenade!
Call my fans creepy, stanning every student around,
But your only friends now are like George: not found!

Nagito Komaeda:
Your hopes are shining through, but it's just a matter of time,
'Fore the net treats you like Tommy and Wilbur: It's banishment time!
You couldn't kill tracks, but you still lack a clean record,
Congrats, you're not the blackened, so what's your excuse for the n word? (HEHAHAHAHAHA!)
Every time drama comes up, you don't respond and let it be.
All you can speedrun from is your responsibility!
Luck's an awful talent, but you don't even share it.
You're gaming's worst cheater on the scene since ProJared!
So here's my statement: how fitting that Dream's your name as.
You're to be quickly forgotten once your crowd of teens awaken.
Your hopes for world renown and loving fans got to see the day but,
We all know the dark path your DreamWasTaken.

Regular Show - The Clock Song (Digitized by DigitalShawty)

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