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BobcatXtreme as Rick Sanchez
Nicole Smith as GLaDOS
Eddiefrb as Morty Smith
littleflecks as Wheatley

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Rick Sanchez:
It’s riggity-riggity-Rick siggity-chez
Leaving this rickety bickering bitch riggedy-wrecked
I’ll reprogram this old hag to act as my butler
And the only test she’ll be passing’s my butter 

You don’t wanna mess with me, BDSM-bot
‘Cuz even with your Gazorpazorp sex-op
You couldn’t even get Johnson erect
He had to go mess with some moon rocks to get off

All your portals are fucking bogus 
The moron that modeled that gun is hopeless
There’s one hole you come out and one you go in
Why’d you need to fucking color code it?

‘Cuz all of your players are squares and tools
And Gaben’s built like the Companion Cube
So come test these testicles, I’ll make it clear for ya
Head, bend over, and kiss my posterior!


GLaDOS:
Here come the test results, Rick - ooh.
This Is The Part Where I Diss You.
It says here that you have failed at rap and
You’re not a Rick, you’re a Jerry - atric

All your family really hates you
And your daughter is the most peeved.
Setting her son up for failure.
Cuz you can’t stop riggin’ Morty.

Truly ironic how you fell off.
Your happiness dipped after Szechuan Sauce.
But don’t feel too bad that your life is a mess.
‘Cuz it’s not like you still have a wife to protect.
Now drowning your sorrow with alcohol’s your only option
You’ve done my job for me bringing your own deadly neurotoxin
But if you enter my laboratory and then give this performance
You’ll enter as Rick and Morty and exit as rigor mortis




(Rick and Morty have a short improv altercation. Rick calls GLaDOS a “bitch”, to which Morty responds “you can’t say that, Rick!”. Rick ignores him and exclaims how he’s going to spit the greatest verse of all time, just like Eminem’s verse on Godzilla. Morty is panicked, as usual, but Rick doesn’t wait for him. Rick is EXTREMELY drunk in this verse.)

Rick Sanchez:
Wubba lubba dubba dubba you assuming I’m a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I’m superhuman
Innovative and I’ve made it out of worse than physics tricks
I was in a pickle and I wasn’t in a pickle, bitch (hahaha)
Ooooh yeah, Get Schwifty
MC Bulldops up in the hizzy (get schwifty!)
There’s no bathrooms within her doors (no bathrooms!)
So take off your pants and shit on the floor! (awww yeah!)

A CEO this inexperienced
Doesn’t fare well for your business, Caroline (awww yeah!)
I seriously witnessed less error in
Anatomy Park on Christmas, Caroline (awww yeah!)

(uh) Took a big booty dame on a date
Your cake is a lie, I lie with the cake (keep going!)
I’m fucking in a ménage a trois everyday
That’s a threesome, never seen one in your games

Wheatley:
You’re churning out this fanservice rubbish like it’s cancer!

GLaDOS:
It seems we have no answer for Fortnite’s dopest dancer (pow pow pow!)

Despite the lack of substance in your show, it is quite funny how (it’s quite funny)
Your fanbase somehow managed to pack on a few hundred pounds (fatty)
To truly help your universe and euthanize its threats (you're gonna wanna hear this one)
Next time, go through with your suicide attempt

You’re critically panned, they’ll cancel you soon
With fetishes Harmon the whole writer’s room
(fetishes Harmon the whole writer’s room!)
Don’t listen to Dan, because if you do
You’ll keep Adult Swimming in your own gene pool
(Keep Adult Swimming in your own gene pool!)
I Want You Gone, (GONE!) but it appears (PEERS!) you’re Still Alive (LIVE!), so like Newton
I’ll give you space (SPACE!) by dropping you off (OFF!) the face of the earth (EARTH!) - Goodbye, Moonman (AHHHHHHH!)

Written & Directed by Eddiefrb
Mixed & Mastered by Freshy Kanal
Beat prod. by ToneJonez
Art by CyanCoat
Coverart Design by Eddiefrb

Rick Sanchez vs GLaDOS - Rap Battle! (ANIMATION VS ANYTHING: CH. II)

Freshy Kanal: The Rock vs Paperboy vs Edward Scissorhands ft. Chase Beck, Commander Jacob & Zawesome

Freshy Kanal: Santa vs Satan - ft. Chase Beck

Not mine, this audio belongs to Freshy Kanal
McGwire as Beetlejuice
GameboyJones as Candyman

Candyman:
The murmurs of my curse will bee heard again,
Murdering the worst suburban disturbance to lurk within a Burton flick!
Terminate pervert vermin's exterminator services!
Belly of the bee-ast; this invertebrate can't worm out this!
Words about me spread like fire and smoke of the demon.
Your only headline of note is receding!
Middle-aged Joker peaked at his old theatre school;
Relives his days of glory bee peeking at fifteen-year-olds!
A sequel/remake story? Tell Keaton's agent he's too old!
A star we'll see fade shortly? Bee-telgeuse is easy for him!
Your weak brain's storing an ego of extreme proportions.
Head keeps on growing; the healer better shrink it more!
I fantasize of a coward writhing in the afterlife.
Add a manchild's cries to my count of infanticide!

Beetlejuice:
Ahem... direct your eyes to the TV, please!
Not the man with the Hand-Hook for the Recently Deceased! (Argh!)
Your name's in so many films, it's like they're trying to have you manifesting!
You suck at the Whole "Being Dead" Thing!
Candyman canned the mantle because he can't demand
More than high-schoolers to call up the Hook-Handyman!
Recant, demon! Put that bitch down; ditch the puppy love!
The way you shoved that tongue in her filled me with stomach bugs!
Oh, I'm the washed-up one, huh? Well, you're the artist, brother!
That why your city made you bleed like some watercolor?
Some awful myth powered off gossiping!
Your fan club's in the bathroom, 'cause your legend's one crock of shit!

Candyman:
I'm the writing on the wall; you should have read it!
Talk of my hand? Keep yours out the dresses!
Here's a hint for you, Bee-tlejuice: I stomp fiends,
And I'll make a sex pest's insides splatter on the concrete!
Your escape plan's to take a child to the mate lands,
Offering a diamond crest ring for your young fling!
I lap circles around you, Epstein in a clown suit,
But I'd prefer not to learn what ring you've been running!

Beetlejuice:
CUT! Stop, Tony! You're not on his level, dawg!
Don't push your luck; just take the damn fight with the Leprechaun!
Nice fuckin' business model; daddy's rolling in his grave!
Taking stories based on slaves and exploiting them for change!
Check it! Dragging my name? Then let me get real!
I'll rock your Banana Boat, 'cause you've been slipping since Peele!
And if I'm a sex pest, you're a borderline felon!
I've been to hell and back; you're still in line to get in Helen!
'Cause the only time you found a honey in your lifetime,
They all rallied to have you stung to death like a hive mind!
Threw a candy wrapper on the pile and left him cooked up!
The roast with the most, worse than your last hookup!

Beetlejuice vs. Candyman - Rap Battle!

Not mine, this audio belongs to Freshy Kanal
BassedOlaf as Rasputin
Professor Kuro as Jafar

Rasputin:
It's the Mad Monk, searching for a bad bitch.
If the girl hot, keep her locked like Aladdin!
Don't matter who her man is; I steal her from the pile and hit it off!
Fuck a marriage up, leave her diamond in the rough!
No matter how big that staff is, Jafar,
It's no mystery whose snake's packing more charms!
While you went straight to DVD, then straight in lava flow,
I maade the king parrot me like Iago, ho!
His rage all bottled, I go through him quicker
And show him how a Russian downs bootlicker!
All these bones to pick, but no muscle on him!
You can shapeshift, yet still built so scrawny!
And all the strings that you're orchestrating,
Are stuck on that second fiddle you're stuck playing!
Your thirst for power keeps you stuck at number two!
The shackles of the lamp must've rubbed off on you!

Jafar:
When again did you say you'd be leaving?
This filthy farm animal should cease his own bleating.
Some royal counsel you make, going on and on
With nonstop hogwash about your unwashed hog!
But if you like to get around, I have a solution.
Send a Russian to the Earth's ends; it's time for revolution!
To heal the czar's son, what spell did he cast again?
Oh, a disappearing act on his aspirin!
Drank a glass of poison; it still didn't kill him!
Now where was that healing for his four dead children?
I see the royals' deaths as Darwinism, generally.
Confiding in the spells of the peasant who can't spell or read!
I earned the crown through intellectual schemes,
But you were only a sultan sexually!

Rasputin
By the time you hear the bass drop, your soul will be completely under the control of...
Rah, rah, Rasputin! He will nab your queen!
She's waiting inside her chamber like "open sesame"!
Three halls down, the vizier's sent behind bars!
He's jealous no one wants to sneak past his night guards!
You're too insecure; you lack control over Agrabah!
Watch you get trapped in gold while I stack your dough like it's baklava!
I reach the top of the Romanovs through my genius!
To get promoted, you have to find where the genie is!

Jafar:
You show ladies your wares, but they'll find out in a week
That you're just a bazaar for every sexual disease!
I've had enough of this ruffian braindead misogynist!
Now that Russian head can be helmed by someone competent!
Took you an animated film to be a proper threat!
So now behold: Disney's taking over Fox again!
Ring the bell three times for the prophet they pop their pills with,
And for the stench that haunted the gossip of every village!
Guards! Throw him in the ocean so the minute he drops,
We find this time, a hoax can't bring a witch to the top!

Jafar vs. Rasputin - Rap Battle!

Not mine, this audio belongs to Freshy Kanal
Jay Chay, Azia, garbageGothic and Freshy Kanal as The Employees
littleflecks as Olimar
Commander Jacob as Louie
PE$O PETE as The Company
Swizkii as The President
Fightmarker as Watto

The Employees:
I'm scanning two space monkeys standing in front of me.
Yo, I think they're far from lethal, but it seems we got company!
Oh, it's Olimar and Louie? Yeah, I think that they're from Smash Bros.
Nah, they're just the backburner to Nintendo's backbones!
So let me run in mask off; I've bashed in the Brackens!
I capped off the mad dogs, left Nutcrackers cracked in!
My shotty gonna blast off, unlike your space trash bin,
Then cash in the scrap shop the skulls of these captains!
I'd blow a bubble just to blow through your defense!
You'd be better saved from trouble if you'd plant a Chia Pet!
'Cause you need saving from your pals when you're dropped in hot shit!
We're scoring Victory Royales, 'cause we're hot at drop ships!
We stepped up like a mine! We blew up in the scene!
While you haven't been in motion since New Play for the Wii!
Yeah, you left behind your family; I'm sure that they miss you.
But your marriage problems? That's a Dandori Issue!

Olimar and Louie:
This is Captain Olimar, Log 3-6.
We found a game from Twitch Clips that's already been eclipsed.
I've wrestled Wraiths, Wollywogs, and Proggs that would be smoking ya,
So it's no problem roasting on the ghost of Phasmophobia!
So if we're gonna have a space race with this space waste,
We conquered every cave on the planet where our base laid.
You run in unfinished basements 'til you get your base pay,
'Til your player base realized they can't stand your base game!
You wouldn't run if Backrooms didn't walk.
Your atmosphere sucked so much, it went out your airlock!
You'd turn into pink mist to avoid a pink slip.
I'm a master dog trainer, while you're the Company's bitch!
Louie, wanna add to this debate?
Uh, I'm really hungry, but it looks like you just ate.
That green fish you're holding looks really delicious.
I wanna eat that with grilled leeks and some spinach!

The Employees:
What? You're not even battle rapping! Guys, hold up...
It's almost 5 PM, and we still haven't hit the quota!
We can take these Smeagols back soon as I shut their mouth up!
Call you Andrew Hocotate, the way you pretend to be Alph— AAAARGH!
Call me a Bulborb, because I eat this beat like Pikmin!
...It's right behind me, isn't IIIIIIII—!?!
Well, let me shoot my shot!
...Okay, yeah, I'm pretty sure they all just... died.
So I'm just gonna... fuck off. Goodbye!

Olimar and Louie:
Uh, well, that was annoying. Can we leave?
Yeah, that didn't take much work for them all to be deceased.
I've seen better survival instincts coming from our Pikmin.
I guess they— INCOMING MESSAGE. YOU'RE RECEIVING A TRANSMISSION.

The Company:
WELL, your poor performance risks the Company from going under!
Louie, I do not think you comprehend real hunger!
Watch out, only watchful eyes; money and metal on board!
Stop playin'! Work with me? Your life is your reward!
I need sustenance; satiate and work until your brain coarse,
Or else we'll both have a Hocotate main course!
Little fat spaceman lost on an assignment!
Bodies hard to find; what you signed on your fine print!
My company is righteous; really balance on the line!
Little Oli only work to see President's pockets lined!

The President:
Make way for the President! You talkin' 'bout my business?
People pay for your game and pass out in five minutes!
You send your crews to moons, hoping they come back,
Because your tentacles are too lazy to touch grass!
I don't give two ships 'bout what your minions are bringing!
The next time your bell rings, it's me swingin'!
Fire your guys; I'll watch you croak on the comms!
Wanna survive? Give a fiery blow to my hog!

Pikmin vs. Lethal Company - Rap Battle!

Not mine, this audio belongs to Freshy Kanal
Swizkii as Peter Venkman
Eric the Audible as Ray Stantz
Chase Beck as Winston Zeddemore
Commander Jacob as Egon Spengler
Mix Williams as Leonardo
Politicess as Michelangelo
Kevin Krust as Donatello
PE$O PETE as Raphael

Ghostbusters:
Alright, which one of you thought this nightmare up?
A quartet of green dorks born from Slimer's spunk!
You couldn't pay me enough to leave these freaks in our hearse!
Let's just keep 'em at bay. No, they will look even worse!
You know, turtles seem to go extinct from plastic litter.
What, the dudes made to clog up stores with their action figures?
And hang with that reporter chick they all got feelings for? (What?!)
That love story's unholy! It's Zuul-philia!
Pitchforks and knives split the team up over bickering!
I guess their Master taught them the art of Splintering!
The form of your destruction's the four Ghostbusters!
Let's paint the picture for you, Leo: It's your Last Supper!

TMNT:
Well, cowa-fucking-bunga, dude; I'm actually in tears!
Did we come too strapped? They got, like, janitor gear!
Yet they pushed one switch in their crib and then air fried it!
Our fights are like our pizza: We like to share slices!
Are you mad or something, 'cause your vacuum packs ain't got no extra suction?
Never worked! Only the ghost in your bed had you bustin'! (He's a freak!)
Now the feds got you by the balls if you stay in town!
Let's do it like Stay Puft! Mikey, break it down!
Listen, Ray Stantz: don't make friends with Venkman!
The pay's bad, and Winston will ditch y'all ASAP!
Shake hands with someone who can offer a safe plan!
We're quick with the Foot Clan; they're just running a scam!
TRUE THAT! Your shoes whack! Crew's whack! Suits whack!
Just make like your hairlines and move back! (On god!)
You're Ghostbusters, so I wonder where your boo's at?
You only face a Shredder when you got taxes, you douchebags!

Ghostbusters:
Heya, Raph! Why don't you go take a bath instead?
Watch us take it back to when all your rainbow masks were red!
You want to talk about society with your double teeth?
Read the signs, kid: you barely got across the street without being called a freak!
Forget pizza! You want a piece?!
Grew up in sewers, but you can't survive us crossing streams!
Splinter made a funny? Yeah, with the way they got raised!
Quarantined for life. Childhood went straight down the drain!
Hey, I'm just saying, if you four homeless snot chunks
Need a place that you'll finally fit in, we got one!

TMNT:
We'll pass on taking notes about fitting in with the surface
From the pervert getting getting ghosted by each client that he flirts with! (LET'S GO!)
I don't think you're surpassing us 'cause you're older!
I bet as teens, you got pushed around more than your controllers!
You sure showed 'em with all those buildings you blew up!
For every ghost that you catch, you leave half a city of new ones! (OHHHHH!)
You're dead weight that shows up to haunt crowds!
'Cause ever since your sequel, you just let 'em all down!
Then by 2016, the boomers were swapped out!
Then they gave up the ghost, so who you gonna call now?

TMNT vs. Ghostbusters - Rap Battle!

4-11. JR Ewing - Time Da Get Dirty (From Fight Night 2004)

split pt. 2 (toothless)

Xmas this year

North Pole Hangover

Releasing exactly one week early, due to the imminent release of my 2020 Album "The Obsidian Collection". Be sure to stream on your music platform of choice.

Zawesome as Jack Skellington
Mancha as Sans

Jack Skellington:
Greetings, good fellow, now don’t be abhorred, abhorred
I’m not a human child, we’re not at war, at war
Slim and shady, the Pumpkin King’s track roars, track roars
I’m beginning to feel like a rap gourd, rap gourd
Whether slacking your post or you’re cracking a joke
You’re average at most, and your passiveness shows
When you’re tasked to dispose of a ravenous foe
But you let ‘em go past and attack on your bro cuz you’re asked by a goat that you don’t know?
Then you turn into a basket case loner
And I’ll be dunking you off the backboard, backboard
To battle is witless cuz this Jack is a Ripper
My friend, you couldn’t wear the SOULs out on the back of your slippers
I’ll leave you bent out of shape like italics, so listen
I’m an icon! The only Star you are is Patrick, you misfit!
You’re looking big boned and awfully flimsy
You’d turn to dust just going down a chimney
Shaking kid’s hands? Man, you’re getting too Frisky
My bars are serving you harder than Grillby’s
I’m like a Jack O’ Lantern - my legacy’s keeping lit
But judging by your boss fight - you’re used to sleeper hits

Sans:
Heya. You’ve been busy, huh? This isn’t the first of your rapping jests
Bud, if you’re stepping to me, you’re really not gonna like what happens next
I’m leaving your sins crawling down your back and neck
This showman is less professional than my text
It’s time for your judgement, so hope you pass the test
Sounds like on the track you’re a True Pacifist
Listen Jack, you’re a classic but not flawless
You’re a facet, a mascot of Hot Topic
But couldn’t capture the masses, you’re not popping
And gonna crash like it’s Jack-in-the-box office
Looking back to the rabbit you held hostage
You should’ve asked ‘bout the crafting of hip hopping
Even Alphys’ Lab in the Hotland
Couldn’t bring you back after how hard this brat’s fallen
You’re a reckless ruler that your town is Tim Burdened with
Your plot’s more stitched together than your girlfriend is
I’m thankful that Asgore is just a passive king
You leave your citizens burning in Halloween
Kidnapping Santa? Cultural appropriation?
Even my costume in Smash was better representation
So stop all your carols - this monarch’s in peril
A hotshot as bare as his snob goth apparel
I’ll knock knock on your little sock hop and fire my shots off,
Like my name was Lock, Shock and Barrel


Jack Skellington:
Even on a beat, this skeleton just has flat lines
With bars like that, I’m asking - do you wanna have a bad rhyme?
You started a prankster like loosey-goosey
But you turned to a sad sack like Oogie Boogie
If you stand and do nothing, you’ll rot and you’ll suffer
I’m killing this beat - you can call it your brother
I’ll give you this - among preteen children, you’re sure successful
How ironic, you went from underground to surface level
I’m lighting you up like my top pup
Compared to Sandy Claws, you’re washed up
I may be the pumpkin, but Chara
Left you the only one who’s carved up

Sans:
Once a year you appear hyped up by nobody
Popping up like you’re a glorified So Sorry
All just to terrify children 
Your film should’ve come with a trigger-treat warning, you’re so boring
This no name’s growth became only respectable three decades later, don’t gloat up your fame
You hoped and you prayed about all of the dough you could make on opening day
But nobody came. 
Bud, check the legacy I’ve developed
My game crushes your Rotten Tomatoes, you’ll never ketchup 
And with my sequel, my franchise is sure to make it
While you’ll end up like your employees - filled with de-termination

Written by Eddiefrb
Directed by Eddiefrb
Mixed and Mastered by Freshy Kanal
Instrumental prod. by Dansonn and Freshy Kanal
Jack Skellington Illustrated by BMB
Sans Illustrated by Shaunt

Pikmin vs. Lethal Company - Rap Battle!

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