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Rap Battles

ORIGINALLY UPLOADED ON 10/31/2020

LYRICS

Billy Chapman:
A mountain man slasher? I’ll make this the second time you must have died
Am I supposed to be afraid of the guy who got beat up by Busta Rhymes?
Franchise wasted, so face this, you’re passed the days where you were scary, it’s
About time that I come onto the mic, take my hatchet, and bury it
Struggling to top Freddy while I rocked his box office
So my Christmas wish is seein’ how you bomb this
Look at your viewers, your sister’s not the only thing that’s slept on
People struggle against you? Just bring in a retcon!
Shat on the mask of Will, now you’ve turned pale
I’d just grab some coffee to bring it some “detail”
Left babysitters dead? I’m killing the head of the church!
Feelin’ hurt by these burns, guess you do have nerve!

Michael Myers:
Billy Lenz’ copy is sloppy when it comes to spitting bars
You went from “Santa-slasher-classic” to flying off people’s radar
Your raps: soft, can’t spit Jack Frost, I bring the real yuletide fear
So you should just pull out of this battle - like your movie’s premiere
You think you’re one big guy to kill me
But I’ll just leave Santa falling back down his chimney
Should call you The Thing! That abomination of a series
Going straight to VHS could never come near me
Make a Picasso out your death, but you’re already abstract
Just one more thing that’ll trigger your flashbacks
This 80’s slasher’s past his prime
So make like your grandpa and stay Silent, Night

Billy Chapman:
Can’t tell which Myers I’m talking to, you both come off as jokes 
What? Do I need to bring the ether in so you can get these roasts?

Michael Myers:
Your reboot’s boring and lifeless, I’d put your corpse up for display
Since I’m good at taking out trash horror icons, like it’s Garbage Day!

Billy Chapman:
Yet after 40 years, you still can’t kill Laurie
It seems all your directors threw your story through four stories
You’ll lose your horror glory once I close Loomis’ case
And I’ll make Michael Myers Return to his grave

Michael Myers:
One flame can kill this Shape? Not the first time I’ve survived
You’re just the second bitch that I’ve eaten alive
I can tell you’re traumatized when you spit a song
So tell the children, once again, Santa Claus is gone

CREDITS
Rabi as Billy Chapman
Lexi M. as Ricky Chapman

LAR80s as Michael Myers

Written by Rabi
Additional Writing Help from Fightmarker
Beat prod. by Smoke
Beat arranged by Rabi
Mixed and mastered by Light
Art by CyanCoat
Cover art by Rabi

Billy Chapman vs. Michael Myers - Rap Battle

ORIGINALLY UPLOADED ON 10/31/2021

LYRICS

Evil Otto:
Intruder alert! It’s a species we haven’t conquered
An entity detected with the coined term “Pocket Monster”
Well, the fact that you’re even here leaves me utterly stumped
Since Mew was left under the truck, and you? Thrown under the bus!
Don’t mess with Evil Otto
I got the mazes, flames, and gaze to leave you speechless, and all you really feel is sorrow
You say you sent kids to the hospital, but really? That’s comical
Since it’s like all the newer games, I don’t really follow
They say you’re an urban legend like you had any effect
But you’re only one when you’re sharing titles with Zekrom
This cabinet’s leaving you quartered, I think this reject ROM
Is setting up a Hypnosis since you’re getting slept on!

Creepy Black:
I’d advise for Ms. Pac-man to stay far
Before you’re another soul in Lavender’s graveyard
However, I don’t have to be scared of your mild verse
When your world sounds like another Pokemon that I would curse!
So know who you’re crossin’
This castaway rodent would leave Blue’s Raticate rolling inside of his coffin
Once a leader of your army, then all of your fame had decayed
Now a Silph Scope’s the only way I could log you in my database
I suggest you bounce back, wipe the smile and say nothing
My tower’s got you in a loop like you’re mashing the A button
You know that I stay haunting, so back up
‘Cause you’ll wish you were the person you were before you started this; Kadabra

Evil Otto:
Thinkin’ this smile is something you can wipe away?
Your only scare is having little kiddies scared while they lie awake
Thinking that your song’s deadly tool, but this weak blob-
Will see why Otto’s got a rep, when your heart and the beat drop
Hellbent on genocide? Man, Pokepastas are goldmines
Took so long to spit a line, even your protag’s an old guy
Your power’s phony, this beast outnumbers all your tower’s cronies
So once you’re kneeling down below me, I’ll have cut out this GHOST type!

Buried Alive:
I’d rather be lonely, hearing you makes me miserable
Yeah, you fight like a robot; completely predictable
If you attempted to upset me, then I’m feeling empty
Since we’ve got no beef, now I’ll eat the track like fresh meat
You’re in grave danger if you tread upon my land
So quit jumping or you’ll get jumped if you try to toss White Hands
Step to my gravestone, these spirits will lead a quick sweep
‘Cuz this manager’s been leveled, Buried Alive under six feet

CREDITS

ENNWAY as Evil Otto
Fightmarker as Random Berserk Enemy

Commander Jacob as Creepy Black
SimplyRazzy as Buried Alive
Freshy Kanal as Gastly

Written by Rabi
Beat prod. by Ihaksi
Mixed and Mastered by Freshy Kanal
Art by 3ple and Rabi
Cover art by Rabi

Evil Otto vs. Lavender Town Syndrome - Rap Battle

ORIGINALLY UPLOADED ON 01/31/2022

LYRICS

Billy Loomis:
Hello? Who is this?
Is this the line for edgy misfits?
You want a line how you’ll crash and burn, man?
Seems like you got beat by your sis, kid
phone gets put down
There's a quota for OC’s that you fit in 
Jeff the Killer clones are getting lamer by the minute
The silver screen made a live-living icon
You’re more a tick-ticking time bomb

Ghostface:
You mind if I interject in this bout about which killer’s best?
I’m not one to phone in lines, but I’m more than willing to turn this ringer dead
You left your fingers red, but no wonder nobody’s eating you up, ‘cause this bitch isn’t a threat
Maybe you should call up Hoody and Masky if you wanna join more piles of shit on the web!
You can’t light a match, so how could you hold a candle? What? You gonna call on Slenderman to take your hand, bud?
I come from Wes Craven’s twisted mind, your creator didn’t even want you part of the fandom!
Abandoned your shitty life- memories, father, sister, gone
You can join the list of my victims, guy- you’ll feel pain when a pistol’s drawn!

Ticci Toby:
I’m being brought to t-take care of a Scooby Doo mystery?
You’re more of the ticking time bomb, since you always missed, JD
You went through four m-movies, but a-always missed on Prescott
I-it's no surprise that this painting couldn’t score a head shot!
With the goofy voice changer, all you’re doing is scaring Dewey
You got smoked out by your own parody, you like Scary Movie?
And th-throughout your series of comedy and g-g-gory scares
The w-w-worst kill you got was on C-C-C-C-Courtney’s hair!
No wonder your name is Ghostface
‘Cause all your lines are see-through
You were famous in the old days 
Now nerds are all you appeal to
While I’m making my own fame
Leavin’ my abuser removed
You were sealing your own fate
When you brought along Scream 2! 

Ghostface:
Awwww, you getting pissy, Toby? You can’t take deep cuts from Father Death
When the only time you’re making deep cuts is when you’re causing your father’s death!
You’re bottom of the barrel so go ‘head and kick the bucket, bitch. Chewing on your gums, so just you try to stomach this.
This is a rap battle, stop your stuttering, or you’ll have some bloody spit when I’m guttin’ you just like a fuckin’ fish
Out of all my verbal scuffles with slashers, this pasty bastard’s by far the worst I’ve faced off with
I know you like to ride bandwagons, so how about you take the next step and burn your face off, bitch!

Ticci Toby:
W-with that comeback, who are you, M-Michael fucking Myers?
If Roman’s your director, f-f-fire the fucking writers
All the b-blood for some girl and you didn’t get to kiss her
No wonder you pine after Sidney; you’re Woodsboro’s killer
All it took was a mask to create this hoax, all it takes is my axe to m-make you a ghost
Face off my raps and I’ll crush you with a TV, then bury you in the grave with your show
Sure, you can diss how I fought back and fled from the crime, but at least my mother’s not defending this guy 
Now she’s really dead to her son, since anger’s not the only red in her eyes

CREDITS

Michael Stark as Billy Loomis
Evan as Ghostface 
 
Fightmarker as Ticci Toby

Written by Rabi, Shimario, and Syro
Beat prod. by Trunxks
Mixed and Mastered by Freshy Kanal
Art by noobydotwad and CyanCoat
Cover art by Rabi

Ghostface vs. Ticci Toby - Rap Battle

ORIGINALLY UPLOADED ON 02/25/2022

LYRICS

Edward Scissorhands:
Oh, is it my turn? Well I guess it’s time to battle rap
Uh, they tell me you’re the one who was useless until the second act
And with your fear of the dark, I feel bad for throwing shade
Because I slice through blood like leaves, you’ll take one look at my flow and faint
Are you okay? You have trouble taking control of your own body
At least somebody loves me, you stay in stockholm with Togami
Dust is enough when your colorful cast’s trying to draw killers out
But how you’re acting with Komaru, I think I know why you like scissors now

Toko Fukawa/Genocide Jack:
Can’t stand your voice, it’s like clashing fingernails with
A chalkboard, Hifumi could write better than what your tale is
You’re awkward, coming from me, when you’re hiding inside your mansion
As the decrepit steampunk version of Marilyn Mans- *achoo*
It’s Jack the Ripper, slash through rappers when I grab my scissors, so pack up quick or
I’ll trash this crappy spitter, your hands belong next to fuckin’ Salad Fingers
Struggle to pick at your dinner, so what makes you think that you’re toppin’ me?
You got chased by one officer while I’m coppin’ kills when I’m on the scene 
Used for cutting hair and show n’ tell and you still think your shit’s class?
I can't be afraid of the man who walks like he’s got a stick up his ass!
I’d usually leave no traces, but in your case, I’d say screw ya’
Since I only murder the cute boys, I’m not wasting my time with you, bud

Edward Scissorhands:
You flunked with your show so you fled to Another Episode
How could you stand behind words when you got beaten by a megaphone?
Your players wish you'd jump to conclusions that could actually win trials 
Meanwhile, you blame the victim at the death of their idol

Genocide Jack/Toko Fukawa:
Ehhhh, so submissive, I’d say grow some spine ya’ stupid bitch!
I’d slash your face through and through but you already beat me to it, bitch!
Broke your future with a gut stab as windows shatter
Heart breaking at the seams, as if you take after your master!
Achoo! You’re so uptight, but that’s clear looking at your posture
That stiff movement’s fitting for gothic Frankenstein’s Monster
So make like your creator and drop dead while you’re at it
It’s not the first time bodies have dropped from your attic

Edward Scissorhands:
I couldn’t pick at your raps’ locks even if this was Towa Tower
The scars I cause are one more reason not to shower
I know the bear’s the mascot of execution
But you’ll need one more carving on your leg when my blades rip you up a new one
Dysfunctional family due to a blood test, now all that you have left is your stink bug friend
Thought you’d let out your anger by leaving boys struck dead, but you got blamed for turning Chihiro blood red
Surprised you could make it to the end with a kill count in your pocket 
But you’ll fall flat like your sprites as I lock you back in the closet

CREDITS

Zawesome as Edward Scissorhands 

Lindz as Toko Fukawa

Written by Rabi 
Additional Writing Help from Fightmarker and Danii
Beat prod. by RaccoBeats
Mixed and Mastered by Freshy Kanal
Art by CyanCoat and 3ple
Cover art by Rabi

Toko Fukawa vs. Edward Scissorhands - Rap Battle

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

Sam:
Sam I am. Going ham on an entity envious of Halloween 
Horror genre's fruit cake's true fate's in what the rules state. How many you following?
You should go back to Christmas shopping if you think bells are good toys and gifts
Checking your candy is quite handy, ‘cause you never know when I bring poison spit
When you're told to pass out to children, you’re leaving them unconscious 
A holiday slayer, odds stacked in my favor. You can call me See-Samhain
Leave the Lanterns' candles alone? Krampus can't learn to not blow
Comedy’s stopped when I throttle your throat, so send Santa your final words with your bones

Krampus:
Gruss… Vom… Krampus
Hopping out of the bag, it’s a battle transformed into madness
Tonight I’ll be having a feast when I steal the pumpkin off of this cabbage patch kid
A legend to the Alps, it’s clear Sam’s trickery couldn’t stand to my status
When a pumpkin’s spilling his guts
The only thing you’re spitting is blood
Give you a new mask as you’re thrown under the bus
Defending pumpkins, but I thought that you’d light a matchstick
So make like the children and drown in my flow
You’re playing a devil’s game when you rap against satanic Santa, I’m a literal G.O.A.T.
Bit off Myers and spit out the sequel ‘cause Michael couldn’t get enough dough 
Even I couldn’t fit your entire plot into a snow globe!
I always land fire with hooks, so Sam better ring up the jingle bells
Before you turn into the second child I’ve thrown into the seventh ring of hell!

Sam:
I don’t even know who you’re trying to entertain, uhhhh, el chupacabra?
You’re spitting so much filler, no wonder this sweet tooth’s against lockjaw
And saying I mired Myers? You couldn’t compare to the Mars Bars that I spit
I’ll choke out a goat and throw him down the smokestack ‘cause I always keep the fire lit
You’re a stocking stuffer of a movie, I leave blocks busted when I move in
Best be handing out treats when I land on the beat, ‘cause your mouth won’t be the only thing drooping!
Now I might not be on the nice list, but it’s pretty apparent
That my letters weren’t intended to capture a child’s parents!
You just gotta say my name to realize that Sam wins against Krampus
It’s sad, man, you couldn’t give scares when you slid down a chimney and left a living room as smashed bits
So I’ll break your chains and change your fate as you inflate my rage
More than any Macy’s Day Parade, try staying safe once this fake’s filleted on my razor blade

Krampus:
Can’t attack back with your wack raps, you bit off me like a lollipop 
So I’ll knapsack this damn track and stuff a Jack O’Lantern in a box
Spying on girls in the dressing room, too bad you couldn’t find a better way to dress
Looking like Sans in a scarecrow outfit, you’d get on the naughty list for your fashion sense
I knapsack your Patch of Sour Kids, you’re next to be slaughtered
Now your comics can join the other children, soaked in water without honor

CREDITS

Freshy Kanal as Krampus
https://soundcloud.com/freshy-kanal
Snakebite126 as Sam
https://soundcloud.com/snakebite126

Written by Rabi, B O R K, and Snakebite126
Mixed by Freshy Kanal
Beat prod. by Ihaski
Art by Blast03
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcw9SUYw-GI8RkYyYA1djVQ
Thumbnail by Rabi

Sam vs. Krampus - Bonus Battle

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