JustGamer as Scott the Woz
RaccoonBroVA as Nitro Rad 
Written by Special Inquisitor Rayyan
Additional writing help by Gizmo, JustGamer, TheDangerStranger and JK03 
Chiseled by Tommy Salommy
Mixed by Special Inquisitor Rayyan
Beat by Anywaywell
Beat arrangement + Additional instruments by Glitch
Cover art by M!CAH

Scott the Woz (0:13):
Hey all, Scott here and- aww shit, it's you again
The guy who makes up for the dent in his wallet by chasing YouTube trends 
It's true he tends to bash on Jimmy Neutron with his “Rad” takes
But he couldn't make his sub count take off even if he used AdSpace!
Serve a square in a rap like a Wendy’s Employee
Reviewing games nobody knows? Man, you bore me!
Your content’s shovelware I’d find on the Wii 
Viewers digging through garbage: Bubsy 3D
Oh please, those tweets are a pain to read through
Nobody loves you - I should call you the Wii U!
Push my buttons and you're taking Ls
Like you played Amiibo Festival, ring a bell?
You graduated film school and acquired a lot of debt for your loans 
I spent my dough better on piles of Chips Ahoy for a joke!
Parodied the Andre show (Oh!)
But your humour just lacked taste though (Oh!)
The second channel you own (Oh?)
That shit absolutely BLOWS! (OHH!)

Nitro Rad (0:54):
For a guy who hates Breath of the Wild, I thought you'd spit more bitter
Now I'm taking over this battle like it's your Twitter
Screaming over Chibi-Robo, no surprise you're the Nerd’s successor
But you can't really write so you’ll just border lines forever (Ayy!)
You're a wannabe sitcom, with no budget
So just like your little dumb beard, you should cut it (Oh!)
No one wants to watch a video ‘bout the box
If you're Wozniak, Scott, then I'm Steve Jobs!
It's a Bargain Bin Christmas, the way you litter your vids with
Shitty skits that are just witless; my guy, there's no way you'll win this
Cause I'm Nitro Rad! (Yeah!) Killing this YouTube game better than you have
Musically amateur with the crap you sang, go and ask Brady if I make a funnier short film than you can!
And you pack no beef, makes sense you hang with vegans
But it's not the first time that I'm leaving Mario players beaten! (Yeah!)

Scott the Woz (1:35):
Are my tastes just bad? Am I the one to blame?
Or is it that James’ vids are DUMB and LAME?
Got my skits to TV, there’s like nothing that I can’t do
Took over JonTron on Reddit, you can't even crush an Ant, Dude!
This Rayman fan couldn't hope to disarm me
Content so repetitive, like Wii’s iCarly!
You'd only get by selling out with shirts
While I support a good cause when I'm dishing out merch!
It's Awesome, Baby, how you keep striving to prove your worth
But the only time you'd break a leg is with the Madden curse!

Nitro Rad (2:03):
Sure, you landed on TV but don't forget how it all happened
Only managed to gain traction through the shoutouts that you salvaged
I'll go Zip Lash at a has-been showered in copies of Madden
Let me spit facts: this rap is just like Tinder, we're no match, bitch!
I'll be Fatally Framed for this beating I'm giving; I've been Breaking Boundaries while you're shilling Gex
Your panel is something I couldn't attend even if you stopped acting like a nervous wreck
Unlike your virginity, Scott, you’ve lost this battle (Oh!)
So go ahead and suck my floppy Fortnite dick, asshole!

Scott the Woz vs Nitro Rad. SIR Rap Battles Season 2 (ft. RaccoonBroVA & JustGamer)

Welcome to the bonus scene! Today after a long wait, we have the frantic inventor from Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, Flint Lockwood, against the enigmatic, recluse candy maker, Willy Wonka! Enjoy!

CAST
Snakebite126 as Flint Lockwood
Zawesome as Willy Wonka

LYRICS
Lockwood:
Um… I’ve never been in a rap battle before. Are there rules?
I just gotta build a verse? Alright, I have the tools
Writing (Ay), rhyming (Ay), flowing (Ay), dissing (Ay)
Lab coat: on! Your style? Missing! (Ay)
You got candy raps, Reese’s Pieces. I drop hot dogs, you’re still the bigger weenie
With those kids up your fudge pipe, It’s not charming; its creepy (Ew)
You’re a boring old man, trapping children is how you get your kicks off
Trying to scare life lessons into people like a Diabetic Jigsaw
I created an island and an ecosystem science has never had before
You emptied out a colony to work in your dollar candy store
Sparking flames, ‘cause Flint’s lit, your darkest days ain’t hit yet
Since my flow brings floods harder than spies into your business

Wonka:
When I see a mic, like my cane, I grip this. Pardon as I limp in to spit this
DJ Loompa, drop the beat. Let’s see just how much young Flint has bitten
I’m so high up on the food chain, it’s like I’m fizzy liftin’
Watch me drop these Wonka Bars, and all of them have a golden ticket
You couldn’t step to me with spray-on-shoes, while this magnate's earning millions
But your disses were bigger embarrassments than the Party-in-the-Box incident
Here’s an urgent news report: I gave your girl one or two calls
Forecast for your bedroom: Cloudy with a Chance of Blue Balls

Lockwood:
Here’s the cheese: I couldn’t be any grater, I’m serving you, call me your waiter
‘Cause for dope rhymes I’m known to cater, I’ll slip you the Bill for being such a Hader
I’ve invented something better than a not-so-great glass elevator
The Flint Lockwood Diatonic Super Mutating Dynamic Flow Replicator
Needed to find a successor before you bit the dust, may I give a suggestion
How about you hop on my dad’s boat if you wanna fish for attention
I’ll leave your head spinning like a tornado of spaghetti
I’d invent a way to limit your words, but your dad did that already

Wonka:
(Slowly ramps up speed)
There’s no earthly way of knowing, why you think you’re good at flowing
Only nowhere’s where you’re going, you’re sinking when the boat is rowing 
Ducked out for your idol, left your friends feeling betrayed
But realistically, who looks up to a guy named Chester, anyway?
25 years of failure, you think one success made you clever, kid?
But no, it’s fine that your machine worked harder than you ever did
How could your town ever succeed when your income is sardines
If you could give a monkey speech, it shouldn’t be that hard-- Steve!
Throw mommy’s lab coat in the trash. Oh how you’ve disgraced her
You get nothing, you failed, you lose, Good Day Sir! 

Lockwood:
Well wait just a minu-

Wonka:
I SAID GOOD DAY!

Art by Valonide
Cover Art by Commander Jacob
Mixed and Mastered by Freshy Kanal

Flint Lockwood Vs Willy Wonka | GridLine Rap Battles Bonus

Happy Holidays everyone! We're back again with a seasonal classic, it's the salty sea scourge, Blackbeard, pitted against everyone's favorite and iconic Christmas time mascot, Santa Claus! Enjoy!

CAST
Mancha as Santa Claus
Mr. Tibbs as Blackbeard

LYRICS:
SANTA:
Some fruit for your crew, some crackers for Polly
Leave hooks for the good, diss tracks for the naughty
Take a seat on my lap and let's get down to business
Tell me little Eddie, what would you like for Christmas

BLACKBEARD:
This saint he be missin’ what I want for christmas, I want to be like you (Yar)
Cop treasure aplenty, rob corporate plenty, booty for you and yer crew (Bars)
Can you spare a few doubloons from pockets deeper than the deep blue?
Now that ye wouldn’t do, Nick, it’s ye I see through cuz
Your ho-ho-hokie shit is so below me Davy Jones be
Drowning, he be choking on the sickly sweet baloney 
Yee be feedin’ to the children like yer more than just a fable
Christian pricks pitting their kids like several Cain & fucking Abels
Over gifts they get in scores, cause they did a couple chores
But they all tend to ignore, the creep peepin’ through their door
As you rummage through their drawers, hoggin’, downing all the noggin
Step away from the stockin’, Nick, it’s time for a floggin’

SANTA:
Ho ho hold up, I can’t stand the lies you spin cause
I won’t take the slag off the seadog who put the virgin in Virginia
Mad your shabby shanties don't match with my carol lines, huh?
Go take a Bath, not talking the Carolinas
Lit without the coal. Kick you in the south pole, but
It’s not on the pole with ya, Buy Coca Cola 
Pop your head like a screw-off cuz it’s best if you cruise off
Catch me on the roof, dog. Red dot on you like Rudolph
When I come in commandeering the deer and sleigh I’m seen in
Being loved by the masses is the only care I be in
But this scallywag wouldn’t know how that feels; unfortunate
Where’s your Christmas cheer? Keep your head up, as an ornament 
 
BLACKBEARD:
I owned the high seas, ye dined on milk and sweets
Wouldn’t hurt to spare a couple to the elves and Black Pete
A fate worse than with the fishes when all you get is hershey kisses
I be gettin’ naughty listed when I set sail with yer missus

Cover Art by Commander Jacob
Mixed and Mastered by Freshy Kanal

Blackbeard vs Santa Claus | GridLine Rap Battles Season 3

ENNWAY! as The Slender Man
Vladimyr P. as SCP-173

The Slender Man:
I can’t believe they put a shmuck in the stone age to face this
My Arrival will be brutal if you think you can resist
Dressed with the slickest outfit- you’re just a game design gimmick
While I’m already primed and ready to rid 91 of inanimate mimics (HA)
The stakes are high, go find my pages; brace to die
Haters break in Slender’s Wake so go back to your place and cry
When I’m a bit further away then you can try hard to escape
But your status is as good as static cuz your bars are half-baked

SCP-173:
I thought I was the statue but that flow was dried out
But why bother trying to spit when you don't even have a mouth?
Fuck the D class, your rapping's worth an F, when I am generous
I roll with well made anomalies, your fanbase are degenerates!
I raise hairs on people's heads, because they know their neck is fucked
While you've got people raising voices thinking their machine's defunct!
You cause death upon sight? I guess your movie fits a little then
But I leave belittled kid's tales brittle, right down to their bitter end

The Slender Man:
Try that mouth line again, and since you're talking out your ass-
When I'm done with you there'll be a second time you've bit the grass
Spitting slendersick, so you could only win by proxy
And even as a statue, you lack stone-cold bars to rock beats
Teleport into your cell simply to leave this Peanut cracked
Although your lyrics are such trash it’s barely worth it to [REDACT]
Not even worth a Euclid class, photosensitive to bars
That make it clear that you’re forever stuck exactly where you are!

SCP-173:
You tried to snap back with wack raps, but flinched and broke your lines
So now I’m spitting with such illness; call me 049
Got the bars inside the chamber; you’re shooting blank like your face is
No matter what the case is you’ll be trapped in my containment
You’ll be seen cut in this cutscene no static screen could rattle me
Tried to battle me but it’s so obscene that you’re a Grosse Mann grooming pre-teens
You’re poorly proportionate with the purpose left unknown
For your childish games, so BEN’s not the only thing you’ve blown.

Written and Mixed by Vlad and ENNWAY!
Beat Produced by Dansonn
Cover Art Made by Vlad

The Slender Man vs SCP-173. Sinister Rap Battles

Welcome back everyone to the New Year! To kick off this (hopefully) busy year of GRB, we bring you Professor Oak vs John Madden, the Super Bowl special! This was written back in 2020 so not only is it written in a fairly old style, it was also written before the death of Madden. We mean no disrespect to him even though there is quite a lot of insults thrown his way. I hope you all enjoy!

CAST:
Swizkii as John Madden
Zawesome as Professor Oak

LYRICS:
JOHN MADDEN:
Alright, break, line up, we’ve only got four quarters
To take down an old man, too scared to be a real explorer
You’ve got a lot to learn before you step to the pros
It’s as much in the heart as it is the X’s and O’s
So here’s a guy who’s studied pocket freaks all his life
Who sends a kid away so he can bang a widowed wife
Your best invention’s an index and you still miss some info
Like don’t stick your head out a moving car window
I’ve thought of thousands of plays and plans for each game
You’ve learned 150 critters, but not your grandson’s name
Now it’s the end of my verse, let me give you the rundown
I’ve scored first on your ass, an opening drive touchdown

PROFESSOR OAK:
Hello there, welcome to the world of battle rap
I’m Professor Oak, fly enough to dish out wing attacks
When I rhyme, you decide between getting flamed, drowned, or vine whipped
You only touchdown when you drop your bag of chips
Oh, that’s new, my Pokédex just tracked an intrusion
An overweight, lazy, bastard; a Snorlax evolution
You’ll feel the Wrath when you’re spinning like a Poliwhirl
With those boobs I can’t tell if you’re a boy or you’re a girl

JOHN MADDEN:
I’ve got the cutting edge to chop Oak down to size
You can’t win a rap battle if you don’t flow on the mic
I’ll knock you on your ass like WHAM! BANG! BOOM!
I’m rocking more bootlegs than you got in kids’ bedrooms
Your studies get put to shame when a child claimed your fame
So get your head out of your ass and get your head in the game

PROFESSOR OAK:
Hey You, Drinkachu, you’re about to get zapped
When I pic my opponent, me and my Pokémon Snap
I already said I’m fly so you must have had enough of me
If not, I’ll be flipping this square like it’s Puzzle League
For a color commentator, you seem pretty pale
And when EA's in the game, that's an automatic fail
Now your fame was Raided before you knew what was happening
Even got kicked off the box art, it must be Madden-ing
I roll like a Voltorb; sparking tracks with my rhymes
You’ve been Super Bowled over, the box score never lies

Cover Art by Commander Jacob
Mixed and Mastered by Freshy Kanal

Professor Oak vs John Madden | GridLine Rap Battles Season 3

Saul Goodman Vs. Daredevil

Snakebite Rap Battles: Bruno Madrigal vs Donnie Darko

littleflecks as Henry VII
Quizzique as Scar
Written by Special Inquisitor Rayyan
Mixed by Special Inquisitor Rayyan
Beat by Trunxks
Cover art by JotaSeis

Henry VII (0:13):
So, a godforsaken kitten’s the opponent that I’m rapping, huh?
I dominated England, now I shall expand to Africa
The jagged stone you killed over is nothing to the gold I hoard
Wit sharper than the sword I wield; after all, every Tudor Rose has its thorns!
I set out to accomplish my aims:
Remaining a king and defending my reign
From the pretenders saying that they’ve got a claim
They entered my terrain and I left them all slain
But you?
You had a single task and you blew it
Couldn’t kill Simba in youth and he left you in ruins
You were ruling over lions that were loathing your intrusion
So they led a revolution, finely ripping you a new one (Ugh!)
I backdated the Battle of Bosworth, rewriting history in my own name (Argh!)
I fire from cannons, you're fired from canon when you had your story reshaped (Sighs)
At least you made a handsome throw rug, being tossed aside for your brother
It's truly a circle of life when the hyenas you pained are making you suffer 
(YOU FOOL!)
This country would be nothing without me! I’m raising revenues while you desecrate your province
A tyrannical reign was your intent for usurpation but like any other Disney villain, your hide got the drop quick
I'm monstrous with bonds and recognizances, toppled a king, and fought to bring the prosperous in check 
This bitch should not cross with the might of a god; Hercules already went off with his head

Scar (1:08):
Oh? That was it? I expected a grander display from a noble
Now it’s time for me to fight back… like I was one of your locals 
And looking at you on a global scale,
You're a fourth-rate power, only lowly; frail
When facing foreign foes, you fail to be a threat
The only time you could ever spit sick’s on your deathbed!
You weren't surrounded by many men because you didn't have any friends
And your own son hated you so much that he wanted to erase any trace of them! (Argh!)
A disgrace no less; ruled a country that bathed in debt ‘cause he failed to best the French traitors:
Pests who were famed for desperately dodging conflicts yet you couldn't prevail against them!
A shame that you lived to a ripe old age
When half your kids couldn't make it past their childhood phase
While you’d hide for days in your chamber throwing lives away
I had to fight to keep the little rebel lions at bay
After your son ended up as lifeless prey
You were planning to take his loyal wife to mate
Unlike your budget, we don't have time to waste
Be prepared: another king is going to die today!

Henry VII (1:49)
Like Zazu, you've failed to entertain me with your lyrics, I'm bored now
You trapped that bird in a ribcage, it would be my pleasure to rip yours out!
Whether it's fans or your race, Scar, the only thing you'd know is how to break hearts
Your live-action film is so lifeless, I’d find it in the Elephant Graveyard!
The blood of the Catholics flows through my veins and the churches I hold in my grasp; I'm devout 
While the flow that you're spewing is lacking so much, it's no wonder this despot inflicted a drought
I take pride in my hunts, you hunt your pride, I see hunger in your eyes chasing after prey
You really are a predator by nature, trying to wed a girl half your age!

Scar (2:16)
Ugh… such empty threats from a desolate king who’s oh, so full of himself
That verse left me wanting more than the starving people you're putting in cells
Returned after years of exile yet couldn't hit me with a comeback, you
Don't even have a loving wife who's still alive to run back to! 
A king undisputed, respected, saluted, you can't go a day without facing a hitch
A shiny new era is tiptoeing nearer, your future was torn by a paranoid bitch
Overshadowed by the one you raised under your wing
Your rose wilts as we forget about you more… long live the king!

(Laughs)

Henry Tudor vs Scar. SIR Rap Battles Season 2 (ft. littleflecks & Quizzique)

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Vladimyr P. as Squidward's Suicide
Light as Suicidemouse.AVI

WELCOME TO A SINISTER RAP BATTLE
SQUIDWARD’S SUICIDE
AGAINST
SUICIDE MOUSE
BEGIN

Squidward’s Suicide (0:31):
Spitting notes on a sheet at a rodent in the streets
So here is your receipt for your defeat on the beat
Jumpscare with blurry jpegs? Finding worse copies is tricky.
Busy playing Cat and Mouse with the will to live, Mickey?
Performance is important, unlike your savvy film glitches
You’re Plane Crazy if you think you won’t be sleepin’ with the fishes
This wack rat's rap attacks belong in the trash
I ended with a bang; you're more of an anti-climax

Suicide Mouse (0:51):
I didn’t think it was possible to battle a bachelorette
And the disses that you spat could have always been better, yet,
The voices are loud, you think my ears can’t hear flow that badly?
I’m the one that flows Nasty; you overdosed on Krabby Patties!
First your clarinet got blown, next your concert got blown
Then your brains got blown; now your Suffering’s well Known 
Your Clarinetland dreams are the only place you exist
Swept Bold and Brash off the track, your loss isn’t much of a twist

Squidward’s Suicide (1:12):
Bars; Indistinguishable, like a sour note; horrid
DVDistorted and dysphoric, curling smiles; morbid
This rope? I’m all for it! Murmured talk; choked and disrupted
Prepare for disappointment, since your win will be corrupted
You couldn’t walk the walk so don’t TRy to talk the talk
Because you’ll end up like those dead kids when I break you like your music box
Get back from me, my concert is my dying commitment.
The sights of hell will make you DO IT. And that is Hyper-Realistic
It’s sadistic of this mouse if it thinks that it can lurk
In my house, without a peep, but that is Not How Raps Work!
Think you’re so Epic, Mickey, but every shot you fired missed me
“oH yOu’Re So UpSeT” ‘cause you got Abandoned by Disney

Suicide Mouse (1:43):
You look a little serious, Tortellini is delirious
Look at his mental weariness; he must be on his period
Subsist with the barrel, but the shells, you can’t resist, 
Tried spitting a bloody tampon; what came out? A Red Mist!
Those lyrics you read, missed, on the sidewalk, like a dead kid
You look afraid, bitch, so hide under your bed, squid
This morbid joke, hoax, couldn’t even try to hurt me
Unlike an old film roll, you couldn’t do me dirty
You must be happy-go-lucky, you’re upset? Don’t try to hug me!
Your rapping is static, and your rhyme schemes were white noise; fuzzy
And your diss was so delayed that this is twice that you’ve been played
But your fame had been decayed so I’m sorry I stayed.. (Hoo Hoo!)

Squidward’s Suicide (2:14):
The formula to my victory; I’ll Patty Steal the key

Suicide Mouse (2:17):
I’m boo-ing you off of the beat; call it Disney+ your defeat

Squidward’s Suicide (2:19):
Darkness approches (Suicide Mouse) as the screen cuts to black

Both, crying (2:21):
Say your “Rock-a-good-byes,” because you won’t be coming back...

*two gunshots simultaneously, outro plays*

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

Writers: Vlad, Fightmarker, GamingPlush64, ColeDaCole
Beat Producer: Dansonn
Mixer / Effects: Vlad
Cover Art Made by RandomUser488 & Vlad

Snakebite Rap Battles: Bruno Madrigal vs Donnie Darko

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