Not mine, this audio belongs to Fightmarker
Freshy Kanal as Skibidi Toilet
Bozotibz as Pibby
Fightmarker as Jumbo Josh

Skibidi Toilet:
Skibidi, Skibidi, Skibidi, boop bop (Yes, yes!)
See your toilet come alive and then your roof drop
I take your city rules and treat them like they're shitty stool
Now I'm against Adult Swim's kiddy pool (Oh!)
Your shit is shit, caca, doo-doo (Hah!)
Who's got the boring schtick, Pibby? You do (Oh!)
Make some EXEs of shows that they've already seen
And now you got a sea of dweeb fans, who knew?
But wait, Cartoon Network didn't like that trash
In fact, I heard they used your script to wipe their ass
Marketing down the drain whеn you don't release shit
All that cash is on firе; the one time your green-lit

Pibby:
I'd welcome you but with a verse so icky
You've come to the right place, you're gonna learn from Pibby
If Skibidi wants to be so mean, then let us hit the beat
Take your words and flip-y so this Toilet ends up Skipping me (Ha, ha, ha!)
So keep smiling, butterface
With a bunch of ugly characters that I can never name
While me and Bun Bun hip-hop just like a—
Wait, whe-where's Bun B-Bun?
WOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Take these rhymes in ya' face
'Cause bitches know I'm a dog like Jake
Like our scary ass bars are bound to make you choke
Ki-ki-kill yourself
That's All Folks!

Skibidi Toilet
Blue Pibby, Pink Pibby, Old Pibby, This Pibby
Sea Pibby, Dead Pibby, Sleep Pibby, Skibidi
Had quite enough of this tired old shit, Pibby
Fucking lazy children's horror, it's all the same shit, Pibby
Took another Robot Chicken season over you
Took another Rick and Morty season over you
Damn, even Royal Crackers got renewed
No one watched that shit and they still took it over you!
Try to save the series like Bun Bun, your best friend
Face the facts, you're all Dumb, Dumb, Yes Yes (Woo!)
This shit is over, you'll see my crew as G-Men
SFM made AS CNs

Learning With Pibby
Doubt anyone could get past through your show
I'm scarier 'cause it's characters you actually know
Another thing that's scary? Your creator's racist past
Should I call in the Darkness? I know he hates the blacks
Taking over the show, now this freak friend's next
This head of TV stomps your TV heads
We're known to corrupt minds whenever we appear
So you can keep talking shit, just to the mirror
It was obvious that I just wouldn't cut it as a rapper
My creator got all of his concepts from the crapper
I knew our chances of success, we're all just screwed
When he left everyone else asking "DaFuq!?" too

Jumbo Josh
If Banbans and Flynns all got along
They'll probably gun me down by the end of this song
Feels like the whole farm's up against me
Everytime I'm in the Garten I hear (Jumbo! Jumbo!)
Something awful's going on with Indie Horror, bruh
Where the fuck the disses were is something to explore, Dora
'Cause Juniors? Nicked-a-load of them, I'll paint it like this
Even without Drake, Josh is a still a danger to kids
I got a list, here's the order of the list that it's in
It goes: Huggy Wuggy, Seek, and Blue (Uh...)
Preston, then me, Banban, Boo
If you listened closely there's no you
That's 'cause you'll never make the list, not even barely, dude (Brah)
Stacking 300 like the Spartans
They say I'm possessed, it's the Garten
I'm packed with GV, you think your words can phase me?
When ya' getting GMod's servers packed with babies
Fuck, Stinger Flynn would have fit with these noises
Last night, Banban took a shit, it looked like Skibidi Toilet
I'll give Pibby an outcome, one her fans fucking earn
'Cause you'll finally get picked up 'fore being slammed into the dirt
Now some Friday Night Funkin Mods' the only answer to their cries
And I thought Opila Bird had trouble getting airtime (AHHHHH!)

Skibidi Toilet vs Learning with Pibby. rap battle. by fightmarker.

Lexi M. as King Boo & Gengar

Written by 3ple, SIR Rap Battles & Jacobrl99
Additional writing help by AJ & keanetan
Mixed & Arranged by SIR Rap Battles
Art by 3ple
Beat by DiamondStyle
Special thanks to Jacobrl99, Chao, RaccoonBroVA, LEECHY! & Shwabadi

Gengar (0:11):
What wanders in this time of night?
Who wishes for a shiver down their spine tonight?
To break minds? Your Boos can’t provide the frights
The only thing they that can break is a line of sight

Take the crown off that dome! Give it to this ghost type
Not the freak who freezes up at the flash of a strobe light
But with those bags below your eyes, no wonder you would hate it
You should sleep, like everyone who bought your games and played it! (HAHAHA)

Keep your haunted mansions (argh), I can haunt dimensions (argh)
Hiding in shadows and taking minds for my possession
It ain’t hard to sway them to believe you’ll never beat me
Your downfall’s to a vacuum, so this battle is a clean sweep

King Boo (0:46):
It’s a full moon, (huahhuah) oh it’s getting dark (yeah)
Come, step in my mansion, you can rest your heart (huahhuah)
Go and check the art, they know that you’re lookin’
Hey, you better get a room or else I’ll make you BOOK IT! (HUAHAUHAHUAH) 

Break the limbs of this ghost, that’s how I’m casting a shadow
Leave you stuck in a door loop, have you trapped in a castle
I get the big bucks, slot machine, cash in the gamble
You’d only size up if you Gigantamax’d in this battle (huahuahuah)

Crown on. Dark Moon; zapped to a shower!
Check it, it’s decked with more stones than Lavender Tower
With the faction you founded, I couldn’t even call you freaks creepy
When you’re reppin’ a baby squad with the name Team Meanies

Gengar:
Now a battle of spirits? Yeah, I’ll go a round or two
Take out your crew of 50, this licker’s gonna down some Boos
Recycling your plan to beat Luigi in a doomed arc?
Man, your head’s about as vacant as your rooms are

And when it comes to fighting him, you’d bet your fucking life on that
Fuck a ouija board, your ghosts would cower from some eye contact
Sold at a garage sale, that’s quite fitting for you
When you’ve spent your entire franchise being given the boot! 

King Boo:
To even get you, trainers gotta send you to a foreign place
Forget a portrait, you are a poor trade
A spectral army bows to me, you couldn’t get a crowd cheering
So I’ll punch your teeth in and replace you - that’s a crown filling

You pale like your shiny to this master of death
While I captured a red plumber, you got captured by Red
You’ll be abandoned again once I trap you in my painting 
Like your company with crunch culture, YOU’LL NEVER ESCAPE IT (HUAH UAHUA)

Gengar vs King Boo. SIR Rap Battles (ft. Lexi M.)

Suction Cup Man • Verse 1: (8 Bars)

Hey, I wrote you a song!

“Suction Cup Man’s coming around and you know he’s getting lit!
Stinkermeaner’s a whiny old little bitch who ain’t getting shit!”
Now typically, I leave dummies like my cups; red as shit
But honestly, you’re more like a plunger, cus you can’t get a grip! (YUH!)

So whadday ya, gay? Why did you step on those jays and then ask for a run back? 
Had the crowd shouting ya name, then you got sent to your grave? (heh) DUMBASS
You tried to walk up until Robert rocked you, now ya soul went to hell saying “look at me go!”
The difference between you and me going under? The devils not currently FUCKING MY SOUL

Stinkmeaner • Verse 1: (8 Bars)

White boys mocking my shit, y’all mad at me? they can suck my dick 
Buddy ain’t climbing the ranks, cus ya climbings rank, imma tower all over yo shit
I’m not a villain, I’m a cancer that got cancer, now I’m stuck
You really picking fights with the handicapped? bros ableist…BUT I’M ABLE TO FUCK HIM UP

(AY, AY) Bro’s washed like Cinch (AY, AY) The fuck did you think?
(AY, AY) Can’t call me gay, when you filled all the holes in your life with dicks!
Rippin’ off South Park, shit couldn’t be me, boy, I look too clean, nobody can stop it
Since you like to blow missiles, come and climb my red rocket!

Suction Cup Man • Verse 2: (8 Bars)

(Oh-ho-ho-ho!) Don’t do-si-do with ME, Grandpa, professional hating’s ya damn job
I can do anything, fuck the damn law! Bitch, you struggle with putting ya pants on!
And like honestly, unc, what the fuck is ya problem? You go around screaming out “fuck life!”
You’re a dick! *strumming* so why don't ya suck mine!!! (BITCH!)

Suction Cup Man can’t be remade or replaced by the CIA (YUH!)
While you were recreated in a day and not one thing changed (NOPE!)
So come back with a better plan, cus I can NEVER get smoked (NEVER!)
Till then, I’ll see ya when I’m back in Hell: LOOK AT ME GO! (HAHAHA!)

Stinkmeaner • Verse 1: (8 Bars)

You sung yo sawn song but I want an encore, RUN IT BACK!
‘Fore I strum that ukulele a full note up ya’ ass!
Trust there’s layers to this shit, cus on a track, I’m mixing
I got moves like Mike Tyson, you got beat by a pigeon! 

Should’ve stuck to plushie, ya big softie, now I’ll leave you open
Barbecue a flank of unseasoned meat, cus boy, I’ll freakin’ smoke ‘em
I ain’t NEVER lost a single battle yet, and that’s on fonum
Never put a white boy ‘gainst a DEMON in a nigga moment! (ya BITCH!)

Well fuck you! 
The fuck? Fuck you!
Fuck you too!
Fuck you three!
Wha-you can’t just steal my schtick, fuck you!
Aww you gonna get mad? Fuck you!
…
…
ya motha’

Stinkmeaner vs. Suction Cup Man • RAP BATTLE! (TRB)

KELLEN DE VOS - GRAND SLAM

Elevation

Yzaak 45 (Since Day One) - JAMC 25

Marshmello's Fly remixed and with new lyrics written in the context of DuckTales.

Fly (Rewritten)

Fel as Norman Bates' Voice 
Zawesome as Norman Bates' Video
Swedely as Jack Torrance's Voice
PeppyPigeon as Jack Torrance's Video
Freshy Kanal & Fel as Norma Bates' Voice

Written by:
Freshy Kanal

Beat produced by:
Freshy Kanal & VinnyO

Chiseled by:
Jason, Adroit and Vriska

Mixed & Mastered by:
Freshy Kanal

Thumbnail by:
Fel 

Lyrics:

Norman Bates: 
Would you mind not throwing a fit in my business?
With that grimace you don’t lay a welcome mat, from what I’ve witnessed
I’ve known some shitty role models, your obsession brought your slaughter
Now I’ll make this the part 2 of ridding frantic frivolous fathers
So Kubrick screwed his train of thought, and cooked a different mad plot
Now the author of this author is flooding his floors with bad blood.
My footsteps are what my plan brought, with all the friends that I have lost
While your path froze your guts to death--I’ll check you in as Jack Frost.



Jack Torrance: 
A child and his mother, I corrected the disturbance 
Now they send me both cases within one goddamn person
It’s a burden, but I guess I’m gonna have to let the storm in
You dropped the ball on the carpet? Then fucking play with me, Norman!
This spineless biased child will bring the crisis I’m divining.
It only takes a lifeless mind to give your mindless life a Shining
I’ll flip you and your “stab-me-daddy-slapstick-gist”
Your spirit’s like: “Keep calm and pass the buck to mommy, she can handle this”
You’re simply full of lust, I know it makes you feel so ill
Still don’t have the guts to face it so you take them out your roadkill.
Now you perfectly replicate what you pin on your walls
An empty, anxious, little bitch that ripped his soul with what he caused
 
Norman and Norma Bates: 
Mother, what’s the plan? Pierce this Jackoff ‘till the game’s won
No need for reversed writing to know Torrance is getting REDRUM’d
You play with your work but who’s feeling disturbed? Think of more than one sentence and write it
Are you finally willing to fight and confront or did I get a dull boy excited
I know it’s not my place to get involved in, but you got nothing but your avarice and despair evolving
‘Til your only belief in everything you ever made is that the bottles you empty are gonna solve it
And packing a weapon? Listen up, I know this whole feeling is filling your guilt
But you showered in self deprecation and went to get stabbed by the story you built
You crafted your own trial, dropped out full of wrath and envy
The labyrinth was the game, but Player One wasn’t Ready.

Jack Torrance: 
You keep your basement locked after silencing mommy?
There won’t be secrets behind closed doors when Here’s Johnny!
Where’s the light of your life? You’re turning your home to hell
Peep so many holes in the wall, call it Mastur-Bate’s Motel
Your mom wrecked social contact within the feminine context.
I mean how’s dinner with her corpse and your oedipus complex?
It doesn’t matter who you mess with, you’ll stay obsessed and desperate
Your mind is your own maze and you will never find the exit

Norman Bates vs. Jack Torrance - Rap Battle!

I'm not gonna go too in depth with it here, but in case you guys haven't noticed, I'm in the process of reworking Animation vs Anything's season structure and branding. Consider it a soft-reboot. More info will come soon. In the meantime, please enjoy the first full new Animation vs Anything of the "reboot"!

garbageGothic as Kyoko Kirigiri
Swedely as Detective Pikachu

Detective Pikachu:
Fleeing this battle would be a bolt of brilliance
‘Cuz you won’t be winning this with your cold resilience
These burns’ll leave a scar you’ll be unable to hide
Can’t get the hell out of the ring against the Charizard of Ryme 
You’re a jerk, Kyoko - It doesn’t work, Kyoko
Communicating with others has got its perks, Kyoko
Starved for affection cuz her grandfather hates her
Not even Mikan could detox that behaviour
Say you’re hopped up on Hope - you’re really full of resentment and
Your ideas only stick out with ahoges presenting ‘em
I’m sure your family issues might spawn some light trauma
Your character’s bare bones - like father, like daughter

Kyoko Kirigiri:
You’re lowering the bar - but i’ll take this key OHKO
Your rap execution was as botched as Makoto’s
Call me a dick all you want - I’m Tracy, you’re Gumshoe
I’ll solve the real cases Oak’s lab rat’s too stumped to
Your ontmato-Pikas were most certainly effective
But they gave you a gruff voice - from Great to grating Detective
This abomination proves companies can’t design with class
I’m certain a glance would shatter that magnifying glass
With your formulaic cash-ins, Ashes to Ashes
A spin-off now or then helps to cleanse your fan’s Pallets
And while I admire it’s not another trek through Kanto
A PG L.A. Noir is not something your series can tow

Detective Pikachu:
This Sherlock’s got Watts, son, your plot twists can’t shock me
I fell asleep in your prologue, no coffee could stop me
I’ve got you down in the dumps, like your franchise, you’ll fall
Looks like the fans got a Detective Trash Man after all

Kyoko Kirigiri:
This mouse is simplistic - no point fans can click with
A “hand held” game is an accurate description
So go ahead with your movie in Hopes of Peaking in sales
Because once Reynolds’ unmasked, my burns will speak for themselves

Coverart by Eddie
Written by Eddie
Mixed and Mastered by Dustin (thanks :D)
Prod. by Terry Devine-King (of Audio Network)

NEXT (fully new) BATTLE: A Taste of Your Own Medicine/Two Peas in a Cephalopod/Black People

Detective Pikachu vs Kyoko Kirigiri - Rap Battle (ANIMATION VS ANYTHING)

TUNE IN TO THE VIDEO PREMIERE ON EASTER SUNDAY, 12 PM EST!

ANIMATION VS ANYTHING is back! Celebrate Easter with this new rap battle between Toontown's own Roger Rabbit and the crime fighting bunny of the Freelance Police, Max!

Freshy Kanal as Roger Rabbit
Wiley Koyote as Max

Eddiefrb as himself
Fightmarker, GamingPlush64, TheAngryMidget, MetaMachine, FyxFynn & Danii as The Audience

MAX:
Before we start rolling, you sure you can rhyme?
‘Cuz I don’t wanna have to shoot this battle 23 times
I’m a star, and the bird i’ll flip - The father of point and click
Your lucky feat’s gettin’ Jessica Rabbit to boink ya dick
Sam and I cultivated a multimedia smash
Your classic culminated in a cult crazy for trash
Say you don’t feel pain, but these lines are gonna hurt
‘Cuz I got Somethin’ Cookin’ and your ass is gettin’ burnt
I’m the Culture Shock, you’re more of a Handbuzzer
With a fanbase more infuriating than your damn stutter
I’ve got bad news for ya, pal, if comedy is your life
The only “slap stick” goin’ on is your viewers to your wife

ROGER RABBIT (talking):
(..and CUT!) Eddie, There’s no way i’m battling this vermin
The only Baby you’ll catch me co-starring with is Herman
I looked at his script, and didn’t know what to say
Is he bad at rapping, or just written that way? (3, 2, 1, ACTION!)

ROGER RABBIT (rapping):
You’re more of a tortoise in this rabbit race (rabbit race)
Are we throwing fisticuffs or playin’ Paddy-Cake? (Paddy-Cake?)
I’m not talkin’ your B.O. when I say your lyrics stink
Are your good bars in disappearing/reappearing ink?
You’re a flash in the deadpan, I’m forever celebrated
Born from the Golden age like I was touched by Midas
As for my wife, I won’t have this shamus shame us
At least I don’t have a dog Investigatin’ my Privates
You’ve been going downhill since you left the comic strip
Not surprising your series died after taking such a Dip
It’s a Telltale sign to the fans that forever, you’re
Known as the magnum opus of a bankrupt developer

MAX:
Your antics don’t make people laugh no more, old-timer
The only one in stitches is this Frankenstein from Fleischer
Your flick won big from a shot in the dark
But here, you’ll prove the Luger when you’re shot in the heart

ROGER RABBIT:
That tactic’s always funny! You’re knockin’ ‘em dead!
You couldn’t keep things fresh if a fridge was dropped on your head
You’ve got no sense of humour, you’re all daft and gloomy
I’d be more entertained watching Max and Ruby

Cover Art by Eddie
Written by Eddie
Mixed and Mastered by Freshy Kanal
Prod. by Tom Quick (of Audio Network)

NEXT BATTLE: Two Peas in a Cephalopod

Roger Rabbit vs Max - Rap Battle (ANIMATION VS ANYTHING)

Eddiefrb