Casey as V1

Dilly as Kirby

Produced by Casey

Written by Casey & Dilly

Thumbnail by Casey

V1 (Casey)
LEAVE THAT QUAINT COTTAGE IN SPACE AND START PACKING
'CAUSE NOW YOU'VE JUST CAUGHT THIS CAMERA'S APERTURE, AND I'M SNAPPING
I'M WALKING WITH ROCKETS AND SHOTGUNS, MY GLOCK IS GLEAMING, NOW
IT'D TAKE LEGIONS OF DEMONS AND MINOS TO STOP YOU BLEEDING OUT (AY!)
YEAH I'LL POP A STAR NO PROBLEM, WHAT YOU TAKE ME FOR? (AY!)
FLIP A COIN UP, COP A SHOT, OUT COLD LIKE SHIVER STAR
I PURGE A MATTER MOST DARK AND THEN I TAKE HEAVEN AFTER
WHY DON'T YOU SCAN THAT POCKET DIMENSION FOR BETTER RAPPERS

Kirby (Dilly)
What an awful way to put an end to my sweet dreams
Did no-one tell the pixar lamp I'm trying to sleep, jeez!
Got over thirty games, cause I stay up in my green greens
So I don't need a quarter from this vending machine thing
I saved the solar system, while your planet up and went to shit
And now you slaughter every form of life that you’re presented with
But take a single step in my direction, with a heavy hit
I'll separate your head from your neck, like Fecto Elfilis!

V1 (Casey)
OH SHIT! SORRY KID, THAT JUST DRAGGED
TRYING TO SIT THROUGH YOUR RAPS WAS A SISYPHEAN TASK
SO PARDON IF I GET COCKY, BUT I GOT NO REASON TO NOT BE
I'M BUILT TO LIVE OFF OF FILTH WHEN I RIP THEIR LIMBS FROM THEIR BODIES
YOU DO THIS SHIT AS A HOBBY? I HAVE TO KILL JUST TO LIVE THROUGH THIRST
IF YOU WANNA DISS MY APPEARANCE LOOK IN THE MIRROR FIRST
SO NEXT TIME DEDEDE NEEDS A HERO TO COME SAVE HIM
TELL HIM V1 SPLATTERED SOME HALF-CHEWED BUBBLE GUM ON THE PAVEMENT

Kirby (Dilly)
I see a world-ending threat come and then I tame it
You're just the terminals' fidget for entertainment
Your burning world was doomed even before you watched
So if you thought you were firing shots then you Robo-botched
This hack is hardly half of Star Dream, actin' hardy, but I see through
After all you hacked apart, you'll scrap your parts and rust like V2
Send you down 9 whole flights, you went a few too deep
The era that's after your death will be called the new new peace

V1 vs Kirby - Indie Game Rap Battles #3

kinger the amazing digital circus vs sarah needlemouse exe rap battle anolog vs anything.

Kinger vs. Needlemouse // Analog vs. Anything.

Cri as Kinger

Hailey as Needlemouse (Sarah)

Cameos by Clarence and Hailey

Written and Produced by Teimunity 

Mixed and Mastered by Danii

Art by A Trash Artist and EpicMonkey

Graphic Design by JustADude
 
LYRICS: https://docs.google.com/document/d/16UQrnK9FOf0a4FMEuSOGaNoLlGwlLoP7al3U2Nt7LQM/edit

(OLD) The Amazing Digital Circus vs. Needlem0use • Analog vs. Anything.

Dee as The Dealer
Rosenthal as Leshy

Written, produced and mixed by Casey

Dealer:
I suggest you come and take a seat until our game's over
Burn a couple charges, turn a shrub into a chain-smoker
Gambling with death? I can tell you're insane
I put the hell into shells, then put the shells in your brain
You're on the edge of heaven, so play consciously. 
I could off a harmless tree with eyes looking like targets to be shot between, since
I don't very often see a pompous freak
More godless than the complex that I run after I slaughtered Jesus
No need to sign, I'll pass this off as generous
You're talking with playing cards, they've got you throwing petty fits
And yet still you lack a shred of wit
Guess I'm used to playing verse those with no reason left to live

Leshy:
Hm. Please, keep the alcohol, thanks.
No need to rack your shotgun if I know it's all blanks.
Commendable courage, but can you throw me a bone, please?
I can't tell if I'm playing P03 or an emoji.
I've been making rounds with the game I've designed
You've simply been bound by the papers you've signed
You're a sacrificial squirrel with a gun
Only there to be shot, until the player is done
And you give them a briefcase, they take it and run
But you can't double or nothing, if nothing was won
So don't tell me I have no cause to go on.
You played Buckshot Roulette, and you lost the-

Dealer:
The sands of time took your following and sawed it off
I'm holding the barrel that you're crawling at the bottom of
And the club that I live in is bleak, I admit it
But I'd rather be stuck with a rust bucket than this prick
Your game was held together by flimsy locks and it broke
Looking like the Hash-Slinging Slasher but made out of oak
And now for me to seal the deal for you I didn't need a waiver
Cause the writing's on the wall now and the scales aren't in your favor

The Prospector (Leshy):
Yer' scoldin' 'bout looks, but there's no foolin' me
Feller, I can smell it from here! Thar's gold in them teeth!
The Trapper (Leshy):
You're buried in debt, and you're dredging through sin.
I don't need my knives just to get through your skin.
The Angler (Leshy):
I not amused. No gun. No fishing.
You? Must battle. With gambling addiction.
Leshy:
The deck's stacked against you, I'm afraid, so back down.
You can keep the smoke, but you're fresh out of rounds.

Dealer:
Carder stole your film then became found footage
I'll finish what he started and you'll follow in his footsteps
Let's make like Gamefuna and bury your past
'Cause you've got nothing but dirt, and I've put you on blast

Leshy:
When I'm done you'll be the second robotic nuisance
That I've tore off a new one. Though, you played your hand well
But I'm afraid that our dance is up. I bid you farewell
Come, smile for the camera, and I'll see you in hell…



The Dealer vs Leshy - Indie Game Rap Battles #4 [AUDIO]

Welcome back to Half-Ass Rap Battles! Today we have musical entities that cause stress to those who come across them; Mad Piano from Big Boo’s Haunt in Super Mario 64 versus Bop It, 90’s audio toy sensation. Enjoy!

TheMonarchy as Mad Piano
YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/@TheMonarchyVA / https://www.youtube.com/@OliTheMonarchy / https://www.youtube.com/@monarchybattleraps
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/olithemonarchy
SoundCloud:
https://soundcloud.com/oli-the-monarchy

Eric the Audible as Bop It
YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/@EricTheAudible
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/erictheaudible
SoundCloud:
https://soundcloud.com/central-rap-battles  

-LYRICS-

Mad Piano (0:09)
Yo! Looking for eight coins? There’s one to your left!
But it’s not the only thing I have covered in red
I’ll bop you ‘til you shatter! Make your circuitry bleed sparks
Plus you’ll find the key of my teeth… B#
See this chair? Sit down, take the polite road
Soprano C, you’re gonna scream out on a high note
I'm not settling, I demolish a score
I keep banging! And keep banging! And keep banging! And keep banging!
It’s like this Dizaster got me paying homage to Cort
See these coffins falling? Next thing you know, you’re falling in yours
On the topic of court; for being lame, you've stood accused
I'm not judging when these shelves start throwing books at you
Had a little fad and just kept extending that
It's like Simon Said "instead of memory, test their attention span"
Between the cash grabs and narrators so obnoxious
I got a command for you!... stop it.

Bop It (0:54)
Did I rattle your cage, dude? You’re Mad cuz I’m way smooth
Piano should stay tuned! I’m naturally playin’ you!
Wanting red? I’ll leave you spinning. You gotta be kidding
Thinking you’re the grand type... You’re more MIDI
You move so slow, I circle you with no running
If you hear boos around you, It’s not your ghost buddies
Haven’t you realized I’m twisted yet?
Fitnessgram shit; I'll make sure Suicide Drills in your head
You’re the least scary thing in your “sCaRy oLd hOuSe”
Walking wobbly like you hopped off the merry-go-round
Wait, yeah, you belong in that kinda room
There's been a remake and a port: this piano’s on loop (c’mon!)
More per minute, you’re getting b-b-beaten
You couldn’t hit me in Smash R-R-Remix
Save the jumpscare, you won’t pull it with me
After your little lullaby, I’m going to sleep!

-CREDITS-

Written, directed, and beat arranged by Commander Jacob
Mixed by GamingPlush64
Beat produced by 2Deep
Beat purchased by Fightmarker

Feedback by TheMonarchy, Fightmarker, Syroquise, and the spaceship
Shoutout to RacconBroVA, Dilly, TaigaTonic, Dani, Sculpture_, and the Smash Remix team

Thanks for listening
-ComJac

Bop It vs Mad Piano | Rap Battle (HARB)

LYRICS

Quint from Jaws:
The name is Sam Quint, you know what I do very well
So spare the damn hints, I’ve no patience for ferry tales
The Quint-essential destroyer of horrid fish
Pointing at a loner fishing for attention
Poor lad is left out like a dorsal fin
The Orca is a mighty lass, you’re captain of a little bitch
What good’s the mutt for? Fetching River Sticks?
So can it ‘fore I smack those chattery jaws out your cloak
I’d say suck my dick, but you’re gonna need a bigger throat

The River Person:
Tra la la, Clint, was it? All aboard! Why just step in!
No need to sound like nails on a chalkboard for my attention
My, you seem to lack direction since your warship tasted metal
After all those years, you’re the one ready to pop a vessel
Tra la la, beware the - tale of the seafaring stranger
Who’s picture they - whisper made - sharks become endangered
I only jest, he’s a beacon for seabed
He begged the city for ten grand just to keep those beasts fed
Oh, what do you do with a drunken failure…
Who couldn’t live up to his bumbling mayor?
A veteran’s vengeance against fish fuels the war he leads
The next ship you board should be USS Your Priorities

Quint from Jaws:
Shut it down like the beaches, there’s such a large gap between us-
That not even the duckling you compete with could reach it
Plummet down like Hooper’s time served as a scuba diver
I’ll brutalize the Underground’s chatty ass Uber driver
Your shitty ass fandom is - giving me flashbacks when-
They eat up those dead tropes in droves like Indie-anapolis
So, get your clumps of pixel chumps stuck living under
And I’ll show you why they call me “The First Blockbuster”

The River Person:
Tra la la, beware the man who smells of moldy cheese snacks
Ditch the white whale and hunt for therapy, Captain Rehab
Quinten, you’re more quaint than Mr. Gerson
Just quit the liquor slurping before you become The Half-A-Liver Person
Tra la la, like the shark to your boat, here’s a tip
Next time you start descending, get a grip
Spent your last breath like Undyne, driven by burning hatred
And now that shark’s stomach is filled with determination

CREDITS

Mr. Tibbs as Quint from Jaws

Rabi as The River Person

Writing by Snakebite126
Additional writing help by Rabi, R. YFU, and GrenadeGames
Beat prod. by ToneJonez
Mixed and mastered by Freshy Kanal
Cover art by Snakebite126

Quint from Jaws vs. The River Person - Rap Battle

LYRICS

Poniko/UBOA
Uh… do you have some kind of business?
‘Cause the D.A.R.E. showcase is in the Violence District
So… if you could leave, that’d be great since
Seeing you’re roaming the streets, I can get why Madotsuki stays in

Shady look, head to knee, cloaked, no identity 
Looking like another seller price-gouging LS…D
Um.. could you stop.. flipping… the light switch?
‘Cause… you might have a… bit… of a slight trip

THERE’S NO NEED TO PINCH YOURSELF
YOU WANTED THIS, AND AS A REWARD, I’LL GIVE YOU HELL
WATCH YOUR WORLD CHANGE AS YOUR SIGHTS SET ON THE NIGHT TERROR
ENTER, MR. SANDMAN, WELCOME TO THE WHITE DESERT

IT’S OBVIOUS JUST FROM THE SIGHT OF THIS MAN
AND IT MAKES SENSE WHY HE NEVER LEFT OUTSIDE OF JAPAN
YOU’RE FACELESS, BLAND, AND LEAVE PEOPLE’S BRAINS SCATTERED 
WASHED OUT FROM MINDS ‘CAUSE YOU LACK ANY GREY MATTER

The Grey Man
IT’S TIME FOR A CHANGE. A PLACE TO WAKE UP 
FLOWERS. HE HAD FOUR. USE THE COMPANY. 
CONTACT FOR MORE DETAILS. I CAN’T DO IT FOR YOU. 
ZERO. TEN. TEN. ZERO. SEVEN. ZERO.           ASMIK. 

Wake up, there is no room for sleep.
You cannot move or leave. This is no lucid dream.
Now take this pill and join me, go take the plunge,
Watch an easter egg crack like your brain on drugs.

Composed of the stuff that’s - more than - 24 side effects.
Composed of the stuff - to leave you lying - lying - lie in bed.
Composed of the stuff - see figures leave and reappear - time and time again.
No one - talks to you - you’re one more - sight to them.

[                                                                                               ]

Take a trip. See, I originated this
Send players through 11 - 12 pieces, make them sick.
You’re a copy- a copy, take this pill and-ta-take it in,
I wrote down the Dream Journal, you just emulated it.

Sink Downer, and Downer, and Downer, and Downer
And Downer, and Downer, and Downer, and Downer…
Don’t wake up.
Dizzy, loopy, passed out - under the - streetlight.
Sleep tight.

UBOA
PUT ME TO SLEEP? YOU SHOULD GIVE IT A REST
‘CUZ THAT WASN’T A HANGOVER, JUST A CRICK IN THE NECK
AND THAT’S ALL THAT YOU ARE, SO GET OUT OF MY BEDROOM
OR COME WIPE MY MIND, I’D BE GLAD TO FORGET YOU

NO WONDER ASMIK COULDN’T MAKE YOUR STUFF SELL
‘CAUSE WHO’S WANTING A WALKING SIMULATOR THAT CAN’T RUN WELL?
YOU WANT PEOPLE TO BOOT UP YOUR EMULATOR AND DREAM TOO
BUT NOW THEY NEED TO BOOT UP AN EMULATOR TO SEE YOU

[                                                                                               ]

The Grey Man
I live in your conscious.           your subconscious.
The dark thoughts - buried - lying - lie in bed unconscious.
You hole up in your home - in your home - interacting is dread.
But you are not alone

Only cared about when the lights cut out since
You don’t fit - the spotlight, more the dark that surrounds it.
So - so lonely, starving for attention.
When you go to sleep, don’t be startled by my presence.

CREDITS

Kurobane Azia as Poniko and UBOA

Rosenthal as The Grey Man
Snakebite126 as Also The Grey Man

Written by Rabi
Beat prod. by DumbChild
Additional instrumental work by ENNWAY
Mixed and mastered by Freshy Kanal
Art by linterteatime
Cover Art by Rabi

UBOA vs. The Grey Man - Rap Battle

M!cah as Fredbear 
ForgottenSons as Mike Tyson 
Art by WAN & MegaPMB 
Mixed by Zagranis 
CoverArt by Box 
Beat Prod. By Raias Beats

Lyrics: 

Mike Tyson: 
I step onto the Ring, causing Fazbear Frights now 
One swing and I’ll knock this This fat bears lights out 
Mash you against a wall, till you're withered and tethered 
Wreck your face, see you tryna put that shit back together 

You don’t see, I try to keep my damage in the ring still  
You wreck a marriage, getting your creators kid killed 
Growing up I had it tough, often I had empty plates 
Even then I´d never eat in your trashy pizza place
 
Don’t play games with me Teddy, it’s best run now 
But if you wanna do that, you finna end up punched out  
A failure build on failures of failure of failures of your creator 
A copycat and such a rat. Chuck. E cheesy faker 


Fredbear: 
Surprise, surprise Tyson already getting ticked off 
Went to rehab, but he still packs a couple Kilos 
It’s not the world’s fault got sidetracked and lost your spark 
Yourself make your PR team as useless as your bodyguards 

Man even your punchlines don’t hit, guess that’s the sad truth 
That verse was the biggest waste of ink since your tattoos
This heavyweight’s light work, at Freddy’s we catch you off guard 
Mess around with the springlocks, you’ll end up a locked jaw 

Mike Tyson: 
That’s it, I’ll put your broken fam thru a second mourn 
Man, your 20/20 ain’t shit to my 44 
See scoreboard, see you ain’t fit for the lore
See you’ve squat of screen time, see your soul mucus at your core?! 

Believe, I’ve my fair share of days rage has me itching 
I work them issues out, you ass just sits while twitching
You doin’ Jack if screaming while wailing is your fighting style 
Fuck a Game Theory, I already know who’s The Crying Child 

Fredbear: 
Now scamming with the Paul’s is the only Prime left in your reign 
Seriously? I’ve seen fancier boxers up on Calvin Klein (hey!)
On the bright side this fight to your prime beckons 
Based on the fact, it was over before even 20 seconds 

Your life’s unjust, but against it you can’t seem to fair better 
Now cough up waterworks behind Canelo and Mayweather 
Don’t worry Mike everyone has anger and has fears 
You need to vent, luckily for you I’m all ears 

The pressure kept building, and it left you defenseless 
Now you’re a shell of an Old Man, avoiding the Consequences 
It’s a TKO, times run out, and the bites taken 
The baddest man, keeps the devil waiting 
(Connection Terminated)

Fredbear vs Mike Tyson- Rap Battle! ft. forgottenSons & M!CAH

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)

L & D | prod. YOUNG MADZ

warzone (Azure)

making ERB fan-content about indie games
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not all characters shown are indie; at least one per matchup is

V1 vs Kirby - Indie Game Rap Battles #3

Indie Game Rap Battles!