A rerelease of Username: 666 vs. Byron LG with a new mix.

Username666 (Audio): WillEpicFlicks (Video): Fightmarker
ByronLG (Audio): FyxFynn (Video): Snakebite126

Written by: Alen & ColeTheCole
Mixing & Mastering by: Dee &. Light
Beat Produced by: InsaneBeatz
Announcer: also Light
Edited by: Fightmarker & ColeTheCole
Subtitles by: ColeTheCole
Backgrounds/Thumbnail by: Fightmarker

(0:21) Username 666:
When the net first started, I crawled my way out of hell
Ready to strike fear into fools who dare refresh my URL
Now twenty years later, the horror scenes only got worse
Like this schmuck who’s but a clone of me with his colours inversed
I'm uncontested: the best pasta to pop up in your suggestions
This sorry spambot’s getting blocked if I’m catching him in my mentions
And my knack for bloodshed is outmatched but I really felt bested
With your plot infested of more holes than myself - that's impressive

(0:42) Byron LG:
A YouTube creepypasta who's fallen out of his relevance?
You couldn’t bring your fame back if you tried inspect element
Comedic, this mess thinks he’s besting me with endless refreshing?
You’re only threatening when it comes to the trojans you’re spreading

(0:53) Username: 666
I can't really say I'm in a big shock your pasta got hammered
Spouting gibberish nonsense, as ridiculous as your grammar
It's amusing; you come at me with lines equally confusing
You're in need of a large hand if this is what your pen's producing
You're losing cause I spit it sick
You can’t infect a site for shit
As I'm growing my gore and throwing my fists
All you’ve managed to lob is a fucking brick
Maybe after this you can finally learn what it means to be scary
As you’re plastered across the news again: This time in the obituaries

(1:14) Byron LG
You're a joke; this troll viruses' effects are purely trivial
I take crashing windows and monitors a bit more literal
I’ve only urged for a good diss but after hearing what you've spat
All you’ve succeeded in doing is making me.. really mad.
But I will tell you what angers me more
The way you're so keen on showing your gore
The truth is your pasta lacks so much filth
You don't even challenge Normal Porn
You’re only a loser who’s so slow at deliverin' horror
Your ass somehow managed to outlast Internet Explorer

(1:36) Username: 666
This duel is only proving why you haven't found where glory lies
Weakened as you've progressed; quite reflective of your story line
It's painfully ironic that you're failing in your rap
Cause last time I checked you specialized in ciphers and cryptographs

(1:46) Byron LG
I wanted a verse, not a limerick; It hurts when this hypocrite
Belittles all my scares when he can't manage to deliver shit
Once I've invaded triple six no one will search for more
As he faces a second stoppage; Username 404’d

Username: 666 vs. Byron LG [Updated]. Rap Battle #4.5

"I'll only be in FRB vs Anything if you make me vs God"
- That one guy who wrote "I'M MISTER KING DIIIIICEEEE"

Hello everyone and welcome to another episode of FRB vs Anything, which pits rap battle community members against well...anything. In celebration of the holidays, we have the father of the modern FRB community Freshy "Dustin" Kanal rap battling father of the modern universe which is also the normal universe, God. 

God - Fightmarker
Freshy Kanal - Dustin
Written by - Freshy Kanal, JustGamer
Beat by - Epistra
Mixed & Arranged by - Freshy Kanal (Dustin)
Cover art by God himself wow

God verse 1:
Coming down from the heavens to teach this mortal a lesson 
In the booth against me you’re better off saying a confession 
If I wanted to fight a clone I’d rage against the first humans I made
You’re all 7 deadly sins combined, allow me to explain
(cough) (that’s better)
Selling out for views, lusting to see people lose, such a glutton for more slaves
Yet you’re a sloth for work, envious of Eddie, anger causing you to misbehave
The pride you present is painful, an ego the size and height to reach the skies
Couldn’t find a battle of yours without filler lines even with my all-seeing eyes 
You’re an imbecile, fool (yeah!) God’s taking you straight to school (yeah!)
And then send you down to Hell for trying to break all of my rules (yeah!)
I’m all powerful while you can’t do shit without Benny or Fel writing
You and your channel have both hit their peak, now you’re both dying

Freshy Kanal verse 1:
Where’s the god fanbase at tho, can I even lose
I’d make a battle with you but you wouldn’t get me views
You're the reason behind constant anger and violence
I'm the reason behind Kustom’s Anger and violins
You can’t say shit when I’m the one who doubled everything that you did first
You’re the ruler of one world, bitch I own a cinematic universe
And since the past has moved our earth away from your religion meth heads
I’ve seen a better version of Morgan Freeman in the kominsky method
6 days in the week I write my script in a cycle and shrivel my rivals
On day 7 I spread my legs and shit on the bible
The church sent me a letter for taxes, but I’m a simple thinker
I sent the letter back with a drawing of my middle finger

God verse 2:
Run away from my religion? I’ll spark up flames with a lightning strike
Or are you more scared of strikes related to copyright?
This German prick will learn that I’m sick, when I spit a diss, I’m hitting 
Your time would better be spent explaining to kids mixing commissions 
Invoke my wrath inside in a rap but you should know that you won’t last
(That bar means that I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS)
Bitches know I got that hot flow
God just cannot be stopped bro
Pull out the 9 with these shots yo
Got fire lines you can’t top those
You like Donkey Kong cause you’re ape brain
God’s next patch: take you off the mainframe 
This battle shall mark your last offense
Don’t ever fucking diss God again!

Freshy Kanal verse 2:
I bring quotes around the world, in 20 years they’ll spit my venom
You riddled the world with cringey phrases like “good heavens”
I ain’t fuckin with them homophobes, so I’mma poke your nose
I can use all of my chromosomes to punch your bible comatose
I interpret history by recrafting the past
You make wars for hatred, I make battles for laughs
I got a voice acting role open if you need a job offer
I know you made me but I still fucked your mother, call me the godfather

Freshy Kanal vs. God - FRB vs. Anything

Written by: CreeperPasta
Thumbnail by: M!cah
Mixed by: Rabi & CreeperPasta
Beat by: Ihaksi
Sonic.exe: MidgeChamp
Red: VladimirP

Sonic.exe: 
Starting act 1, X is ready to begin this round with you
Tonight your game isn't the only thing that's gonna have some issues
Where's the real boss of this game? You look like another imposter
No matter. I'll spit fire to burn you, like the true King of Monsters
I corrupt games and heads, you suck! You reptilian, twisted fuck. 
I'll hit you harder than you made Melissa hit that truck
Let's play hide and seek; you try to hide the fact you ain't shit
And then I find you already got your ass beaten on 8 bits
I'm undefeated: The best gaming pasta since 2014
While you're grumpy and alone I have a cult working for me
I heard you kill people with one diss, but I guess you're not allowed to
But judging by your final boss, I shouldn't expect soon a Round 2

Red: 
RUN. But you can't hide. In Zenith lies your sentence
Who brought this sad, useless rodent beneath my presence?
You go fast? I'll rush ya. You're just 3 feet. I'll crush ya
Your ending has a killer plushie? What a piece of Crappypasta
Put you aside like Acacius. You should know your place, dog
I'm the pinnacle of hatred; you only put the edge in hedgehog
You're just another recolor, destined to be forgot
If you call yourself a good OC, I guess Sonichu is your God
You pathetic worm, you don't even have a kill to your name
You just trap random souls and then start your senseless, twisted game
Take notes from a true monster; I play with the player's psyche
This Kefka laughing freak's chances to beat me are unlikely

Sonic.exe: 
You're stuck in a cartridge, my evil is spreading worldwide!
You were supposed to be on M.U.G.E.N., yet I see you can't give punchlines
Trying to catch me? You can't get Mothra. Now that's sad
I've seen scarier bootleg game copies in 7Grandad
Wanna talk about endings? You pulled out a deus ex machina
And now you remain inside the sell page of eBay, down with ya
Can you feel the sunshine? Oh wait, it was Solomon's attack
Sorry, those are rules. Out of lives, you can't come back

Red: 
You know something's wrong when the fans make a better job than you do
From cheap hacked fangames to cringe animations on YouTube
You can't ruin the greatest horror character by CosbyDaf
Your creator is a Hyena, yet his bullshit won't make me laugh
Make some use for your rope. Worms like you have no hope
The only evil you're spreading are mediocre stories with your tropes
You can't break the rules like you won't get through this second round.
You're feeling jealous of Amy. She gets to chase Sonic around
You're a hopeless fanboy, that's been always your designation
What a bland, tasteless recolor. I've made better amalgamations
You're nothing but a failure! A false God! A pest!
So make like the other trendings. Go die like the rest!


Sonic.exe VS RED - Rap Assault

placeholder thumbnail lmao

Mint as Chara Dreemurr
VinnyO as Jeff the Killer

Produced by Kirk
Written, mixed, and thumbnail made by Mint

Chara:

It's not like I'm not used to empty slates
But I've already seen that smile on a flower's face.
Yes, I'm already acquainted with hatred, Jeff.
So please don't state what your name is, Jeff.
I show up on a timeline and I make it iller.
Only timelines you're haunting are Gacha Life and maybe Twitter.
Hey, but with your fame and glory I've seen a worse life
But then your fans saw your pasta for the first time!
I'd invite you to join the monsters I've dusted
But I trust that your skill with parties is maladjusted…
So I'll simply take up my knife and put cuts in
this unwanted joke of the web, cave his guts in
And I can't tell what he's going for with his abhorred poor story
Is he trying to make it gory? Or is he trying to bore me?
Because I've just about had it. Before you ever speak
You better leave an X on both your eyes like it's a credits scene =)

Jeff:

You think you've got me figured out? Look in my damn eyes.
I don't think anyone with those rosy cheeks could get it
And with how Toby started milking your franchise
Why don't your fanbase GO TO SLEEP ALREADY?!
It feels like every other year we get another one of you
Yeah, give me one more fucking mindless clone of Mother 2
Why don't you quit meddling with timelines and RESET your bars see
I've felt harsher fires start at fucking birthday parties
Quite a shame you decided to wipe your Genocide but hey
Seeing how your mug ended up like, I think I like my face
Overshadowed by literally everyone else in your game
So of course you wanna talk about an empty slate
I've watched countless let's players gawking over your scene
But I don't need heartbeat sounds to make this fucking bore bleed
So you can try to run for it but you're not going free
You're saying nobody came, I'll make sure noone leaves

[TEMP UPLOAD] Chara Dreemurr vs Jeff the Killer. BONUS BATTLE!

Welcome to the eleventh installment of “Quick Diss”! We have two politicians, fuck, I mean, two Super-Man children going at it! it's the titty milk enthusiast himself, Homelander! Pitted against, our favorite asshole, didn't hear that from me tho, Hancock!

Lyrics:
Hancock (Drunk):
Eugh…
Okay, let me get this straight, Maaeve, was some Queen who slayed
Engaaged, and not even straight, yet you stayed tryna keep her? Wait.
He's a Home-wrecker! Get it, make your hands-off, best turn back.
Just cus she got her licks in, John put his head up her ass.

Homelander:
Don't mean to burst your bottle drunky, but stop all this pompous talk!
There's no need to curse or coddle buddy! This is sponsored by Vought!
And after all! We're a family friendly conglomerate.
I give props to pedestrians! But as a hero, not on my list.
I wonder, hm, oh yeah, because you went off the rails.
Destroyed A-Train instead of pointing ways into ONE of your fails!
Like geez… to be blunt, I freaking scoffed at your tales!
Handjob Hancocks not a mascot, I mean, what does he sell? (Chuckles)

Hancock:
Yo bro, I'm used to stretching asses to their outer limits
But this asshole stretched his verse to pout and blemish
My career, and it's loud and clear that I am not the best in
The world, but you were, until your own Home-crowd started testing
This bitch made in test labs, and yup, he's formulaic 
I don't need X-Ray vision to see through your poor evasion
Of character assassination, I will assassinate ya.
I made a mark on the moon, yet you'd mark mine if asked of ain't ya?
You're a puppet, pussy, got my hands up Vought's pocket pussy
You wanna talk collaterals? Guess we should pop a lookie!
You killed innocent passengers cus they'd be honest? Goody!
Fumbled the bag, yet you need an airbag to cop out, should he?
You're on life support Homie-lander, not the biggest asset
It takes more than Compound V to simply get this bastard
If he throws fists with Angels his, or beyond his size
This a verbal exchange, don't bring verb chemicals or you die.

Homelander:
Egh, Ashley, what the fuck? This asshole agreed to lose?!
God, you're such a-… but first I'll deal with you.
He fucking kneels to booze, but keep on talking that shit then.
Thinking you can beat me fool? You lost to alcoholism.
Got dropped, now that's your bar? But all those lies, unproved bro.
Yet, you got thrown behind bars for not keeping your cool tho
Don't know Spanish, but I saw what you did to his Culo!
Is that your fetish? HE HAS AMNESIA! So what would you know?

Hancock:
Call me an asshole, one more time hoe, haven't seen a bigger rip-off
A Super-man-child, when killings how he gets his kicks off
Like Jesus! You're sick dawg. No wonder your rape-kid walked
With a Butcher, cus flying with this pig would get him minced up!

Homelander:
Mention my son again and I'll tear apart your cuck-dad friend
Run through the wife he stole from you cause your drunk-ass was on the bench
But not before I squeeze the soul out of their dumb ass kid
IN FRONT OF THEM, abandoned by everyone that you love in this;
Weak ass world, I'm God and you're another bum that I'm done with, eh!
I'll cause the second accident that lands you in the hospice bitch!
I win, I win, you went and maimed some whale for a CLIP?!
HOMELANDER DOES WHAT HE WANTS, I'll take YOUR crazed whale for a spin.
*Crowd Boos* Ahhh, shit…

-CAST-
Hancock: Shadow Zel
Homelander: Grey Julius
Crowd: jort, MetaMachine, Trakked, and CannibalWorms

-PRODUCTION-
Thumbnail by: JaCoN
Written by: JaCoN
Beat: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1NqiZagh-59ovZLLCmMRJkSRU4VrDJDcM/view?usp=drivesdk
Beat Produced by: FLOCKABOI
Mixed by: JaCoN (my first time ever :))

Hancock vs Homelander - (Quick Diss) #11

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUSTGAMER! My dear friend JustGamer is turning 12 today so I decided to make this weird bullshit in like 2 hours to celebrate!

Beat by Soulker

Sandwich:
The sandwich is back, bitch, burning tracks with my rappin
I pack bread and this boutta be a stomp, call me Galactus
I’m not a strip of cheese so don’t cross me
You ain’t peanut butter, bro you can’t top me
You can call me an oven because I got heat
So make like your chef, suck on my ball meat
You were an olive branch to resolve a frantic brawl but got your ass beaten and squeezed 
Call you the U-pie-ted Nations, with how you fucking suck at keeping a piece
Your ass is temporary, I got more green than Larry
Yo mom’s a virgin so I got on top and popped her cherry

Pie:
It’s easy as pie beating this guy with heat on the mic that you can’t diss
Call me Anakin Piewalker, I don’t like sand…wich 
Thought I was pie but your mindset’s irrational
Your formula’s recipe for disaster, bro
If I wanted sand I’d head to Laguna
I’ve seen better “witches” from Konosuba
I’m layered, I’ll flame ya, you’re gayer, ask Gamer 
He ate ya, I’m gangster, like Psytube, I lift weights bruh
So call me the Pied Piper, attracted your girl and I might pipe her
Now call this a hot take but you and I aren’t equal writers

Sandwich:
You’re calling me gay, bro, you’re literally a fruit pie 
You’re a stupid worthless piece of shit, I’m glad you died
There’s too many cooks in the kitchen, too many sandwiches? Nah man you trippin
I’m appearing just to celebrate special occasions
Your death is one bitch so let’s get it 

Pie:
You know my raps fly
Strapped up with ammo, I’m a mag pie
I can’t die
I always come back like I’m William Afton I got the FNAF rhymes
Now pie’s charting, I’m a hustler, I make it rain, feel the burnin pain
Now before I go I got one last thing to say…

JustGamer's Sandwich vs Kirby's Pie - Inside Rap Battles of Obscurity [GAMER DAY SPECIAL!]

Lord Beerus - AlaskanSam
Whis - AdamSandlerDRB
Garfield - Mancha from UBERocity
Writers - YLFEthan, AdamSandlerDRB, Sculpture, HHH3 and CaptainCharles
Art by KCToons
Cover Art by Rabi
Beat by InsaneBeatz
Mixing + Beat Arrangement by GlitchDude

Beerus Verse 1: 
You’re already dead, pest, no need for introductions
Better welcome your vet, then, you’ll meet your destruction
This dumb pumpkin gets punted, I’ll put this to bed
And shut this runt down like I grabbed the scruff of his neck
I’ve ate nothing as devoid of flavor as the work of Davis
Yes, a Cat can make bread, but ends up all around tasteless
So, Whis? “Yes?” Start to pack our stuff. “Oh I’m on it”
I’m starving, and bored of both this planet and that comic
 
Garfield Verse 1:
Not a piece of lasagna, but boy will this bite
Like Super’s animators, let’s not draw out this fight
Woke up from my nap to scratch a rap itch like fleas
But you put me back to sleep with these Dragon Ball...Zzzz’s
I got your tongue easy, please, my victory’s a treat
I’m a fat cat with phat raps, you always land on de-feat
Who’s serving who? Cause it seems with cheese, you bring a slew
Enough chit chat, I eat beats, dweeb, it’s what I do
I’m hungry as a horse, you cooking stuff up? Adorable
I’m immortal of course, but you’re just more of a morsel
It’s your horrible taste against my more filling courses
I'm coming back for seconds, not my final form or portions

Beerus Verse 2:
Consider your disses miss. Murray should've rewritten em
Send your script to the litter bin, I'm not the first Bills to piss on it
While this fee-line is vigorous, this kitten’s a victim, you’re pitiful
You say “eat your heart out” yet you take it too literal
When it comes to cynical syndicated kittens, I’m the top
Can’t be bothered to incinerate a cosmic comic flop
Apology unaccepted, cause you’re like lasagna, weak sauce
Creepypasta synonymous, you pile on so much slop
I’m the God of Diss tracks, then the God of Diss traction
You are printed on paper backs as a minor distraction
It’s 9 times the lie to say your rhymes are up to scratch and
And that divine crime of a verse? The one time you’ve been laughed at
Garfield, let me know when those scars heal
Cause I’ve got bars hard enough to even make the stars yield
Powers? I've got a plethora. Ugh you’re clearly lesser bud
When comparing weight is the only way you ever measure up … 

Garfield Verse 2:
… *snore*... huh? You’re still goin?
I’ve got Ultra Instincts this Shonen Punk has just awoken
You’re hopeless, just blown it, I guess it’s death you’ve chosen
From the get go your face showed this shave ain’t so close yet
Quit joking, like merch from the ocean, you’re phoned in
No furball, but you’ve choked against this orange black opponent
Robbed robes from Tutankhamen, now in hopes of Instant Ramen
You explode and blow up races, so makes sense you’re Zeno-phobic
I get lazy, but frankly, your spotty work is eternal
This unbearable gray area works up my nerves more than Nermal
My destruction has been verbal, I take Gods and make angels
You’re dopey, like Odie, I kicked your trophy off the table

Garfield Vs Lord Beerus - Discord Rap Battles

Danii as Samurai Jack
AfroLegacy as Afro Samurai

Beat Produced by: InsaneBeatz
Written by: Danii and AfroLegacy
Mixed and Mastered by: Danii
Thumbnail by: Jort

Lyrics:

Jack:
It’s a dishonor to diss all who are greater
So I won’t take some nonsense with your fatherless behavior
You should call me your savior, I saved the world from tragic visions
While I look at your show like “when does the magic begin?”
I’ll take you back to the past, where this lad’s staying half-assed
Hoes give me head where I’m at, you got the head of your dad
You nearly lose yourself to animals I’m training
Stick in therapy with Aku, but more because it looks like your braindead
For anything else, I wouldn’t have caught ya
‘Cause fighting me’s a suicide so this fight’s like your manga
You’ll never reach half of what I got before you get canned
But moping on your loss? You earned that number one headband

Afro:
It’s a real mystery that Adult Swim let you go on
You the only Cartoon Network show that people don’t watch
Built like Utonium but no chemistry with Ashi
But ay, when I get yo ass, I’ll go fade away just like her body
Fuck Guts, I’m the true Black Swordsman
How you always lose a sword that’s given from the gods, man?
While I use the regular and leave my foes deceased
And with all my inspirations, I got more children than Scotsman
I killed Justice, you honor believer
The only thing you’re giving to your children fans is heavy seizures
Always spillin’ tea, now you got nothin’ to say
While when life gives me lemons, I just go make lemonade, ay

Jack:
Your hair hits me in the face before the lies you’re spewing
Your mic should make like your steel comb; grab it but not use it
I thought for RZA in your soundtrack you’d at least gain drops
But no explosion you survived will match up to the bombing when your game dropped
Call you Resurrection but where you’ve stood
That cigarette’s the only thing lit, done what some could
But this Trevor lookin’ ass dude will soon find out he done goofed
When I make his bloodline fall, guess he couldn’t jump good

Afro:
Your dad’s the same guy makin’ Hotel Transylvania
I ain’t scared of your blade or the way you think you’re aimin’, bruh
Got more hallucinations than me on the daily
I think you mad because my mind and relatives don’t fail me
I ain’t got time to argue with the soon-to-be goners
But your fans love to argue ‘bout whether or not you in my genre
Ignore all the chickens who killed one person and then dipped
So when I make like you, nothing personal, just revenge, bitch

Samurai Jack vs. Afro Samurai - #15

YDGeon as Jackie Chan
TimeLord as Karate Kid
HyperJacob96 as Mr. Miyagi

LYRICS:
EPIC RAP BATTLE PARODIES
DANIEL-SAN
VS
JACKIE CHAN
BEGIN

Jackie Chan:
Before facing off the legendary fighter Jackie Chan
Take a few notes on how not to fight from Mr. Danny-San
I can beat you in less than a Rush Hour, try my Drunken Style, dog
If I can take down Don Cheadle, then this won't be very hard
Your stances are so bad, it’s like a Tekken fighter left on idle
You’re such a boring character, they should make a show about your rival
Some Chinese bullies left you sore? My raps are a verbal Hiroshima
So if you’re begging to be put down, I won’t hesitate to beat ya

Daniel-San:
Ever since my beginning’s, I’ve been told to fight with peace
But…. YOU’RE ABOUT TO GET A PIECE OF ME
I may need some assistance, but I just go solo, you know bro?
Come face me alone, yo, in the dojo you homo
Jackie Chan Adventures? I prefer Mike Tyson’s Mysteries
I belong in a hall of fame, what’s even your history?
You’re a Bruce Lee copy paste right down to the foot work
I nearly fell to my death from a cliff, I would’ve let you drop you jerk

Jackie Chan:
WATCHA! Got so many asian tricks for this Karate Kunt
I’ll back flip kick the 4th wall to tell you I did my own stunts
A cracker appropriating Chinese culture? What’s up with that?
No matter, I’ve got the moves and grooves to make your head go SPLAT!
Try to land a hit, I’ll reflex a blocker, Daniel-San
You look like a pussy and smell like Cocker Spaniel dog
Come flying down my rap trail, it appears you’ve met a dead end
No wonder you bombed, you sport Imperial Japan on your headband!

Daniel-San:
No more “Mr. Nice Guy” I can’t let him have his way
But we must defend our honor, so come kill his ass, sensei!

Mr. Miyagi:
I’m always on the run when Daniel-San gives me a call
You can wax on, wax off my damn balls
With my crane kick there’s no way you could stop me
Drop a gotcha cocky block, see, Mr Miyagi nagasaki
You’re like one of those flies I’ll chop stick to death
Jackie Chan going hi-yaw spreads that nasty noodle breath
With how much Jackie cries, sounds like he needs his mommy quick
Am I going too hard? I don’t really give a Karate Shit
My movies are beloved, while yours only spur a sigh
I’m gonna leave this snake behind, call it Cobra Bye

WHO WON?
WHO’S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE
EPIC *HI YA* RAP BATTLE PARODIES

Jackie Chan vs The Karate Kid

A demo me and Shimario made in a rap battle tournament together when we were pitted against one another. People thought it was really good and wanted us to publicly release it so here it is! This was written under the course of 72 hours I believe? Something around that.

Cover art by Ethan
Devil written by me
Dracula written by Shimario
Mixed by me
Prod. by Dansonn

DEVIL Verse 1:
The Lord of the Flies, the Stoker of fires who borned the first lie shall now start
Towards this former young mind at my Scholomance, tried to immortalize life through my arts
He arose once he died, title stolen from mine, and enjoyed his new time in the dark
Til your dome was sent flying - you don’t want to die? Take these pointers of mine to heart
You’ll go down like it’s Georgia, I’m quite good at musically sparring - as golden with mics as when using guitar strums
Blood gourmets to dine on if you win, if not then I’ll roast you and spice the steaks too with some garlic
So take twelve lines and amuse me through our bet, best follow in Dante’s path - delve deep
Or face demise once you lose and can’t stop but once more feel the dark wrath of Hell sing


DRACULA Verse 1:
*yawns* I don’t like to leave my home often
But when I do, it’s more than just me who sleeps in a coffin
I sink my teeth into them, pierce through them until they’re left to rot
Sure you wrote the book on that, too bad no one’s read it all
Your “hellscape” makes a real monster such as myself snore
Trust me Luci, I’ve gotten used to torches and pitchforks
and you dare bring up what gets me weak?
Don’t act as if you’re any better, please!
How can you mention Garlic when you’re getting beat 
by just seeing the letter T
I’ve evolved beyond a mere god or demon, bitch 
How could this freak even win? What, do I just believe in him?
So when night hits and the moon comes around, and I shift and then swoop into town
You’re about to start pissing yourself cuz you’re used to losing to dudes who loom in the clouds


DEVIL Verse 2:
To have this wager won, go below surface level
And pack a greater punch, dealing blows with the devil
Though you’re damned and bankrupt, got no soul left to peddle
But I’m bound to claim you once you take home a silver medal
Been around for ages, I saw how you once thrived yet 
This batty shapeshifter still fell worse than I did
Which I’ll now detail for you since that’s where I’m oft-hidden
Have you faced with the reflection you thought missing
This alchemist statesman used the darkest crafts
Became a vampire draining blood, spent novel acts
Manufacturing ladies’ lust with charms and hacks
Cursing Transylvania ‘til his author passed
Entered the vast domain of the public who left this stalker’s ass
In shadows craving the days he wasn’t just stock for cash
Can’t capture greatness once more, I’d suggest you Harken fast
Poor Dracula’s aged about as well as the walls he has
Bram’s in pain, yes, hear him scream at the path you’re on
Trapped in Cages, been reduced to a laughingstock
Sandler’s playing ya, a hand now shakes you up
How sad your fate has come back to grains of dust
Count, your days are up, you’ll yearn for a sunburn
As you count your days all up to meet with the others
In pitch black damnation ‘cause you’ll eternally suffer
That’s what Satan does when dealing with suckers


DRACULA Verse 2:
You slaughter relentlessly but the spawn of evil’s got a truth too sad to share
You probably envy me, smooth with my craft, I’m taking these hoes back to Dracul’s lair
Yes you stay in eternal flame, but you’re still so lonely and so cold down there
I get why you drag bitches into your pit, cause otherwise women DON’T GO IN THEEERE
So just back off
You’d know a thing or two about changing your form, man you have tons
Gremlins, Goblins, and Goats. It never stops, I’ll dethrone
the king of evil cuz Drac is a Rap God
You’ve met your end, but this time it’s not your choice your make
Welcome to Purgatory now, I hope you enjoy your stay

I’m just playing Satan, you know I love you

The Devil vs Count Dracula DEMO - Contest Of Champions

Hello everyone and welcome to the premiere of Reboot Rap Battles! The series where we take iconic matchups and put our own spin on it! In this premiere episode, we have the personifications of two of the most polarizing concepts in internet culture, Cryptocurrency and Astrology!

Zagranis as Astrology Girl
JustGamer as Cryptobro
Written by JustGamer and Zagranis
Beat Produced by 2Deep
Beat Arranged by Zagranis
Mixed by Zagranis
Cover art by Zagranis
Art by Grenade
Logo by Commander Jacob

Cryptobro:
Rolling in dough, rolling in with hoes, yea you know it’s the CRYP-TO-BRO
Mess with me then you’ll end up like an NFT, this bitch I’ll own 
Worth pennies when we started, now topping the stock market, I’ll kick your ass next
Cause who’s dumb enough to base their personality on when their parents had sex??

Astrology Girl:
In all of my years looking up at the stars, didn’t think I’d be battling this
Chronically online manchild who spends stacks on stacks for some chimps
Take a glimpse at your impending loss hun, it’s all in the cards
If you wanna alienate follow daddy musk all the way to fucking mars

Cryptobro:
While you were claiming your view’s ethereal, I’m out here making my Ethi real 
So let’s quit the talk of that cheesy spiel 
I’m on that grinding mindset with my time spent finding what will rise high next
So don’t end up surprised if I’m taking over the world wide web 
While you’re sitting around waiting for the universe to be in your favor
Crying to your friends like: “It’s Virgo season, not my fault I’m a hater!”
Don’t need to trace a shape to dictate your fate, I can end you with one dope line
Now watch as the star girl shoves crystals up where the sun don’t shine

Astrology Girl:
Your currency’s basis lacks information
My planets are lining up in formation

Cryptobro:
Bitch lemme know who the fuck asked
For you to talk about a lack of facts

Astrology Girl:
Sit back, relax, breathe, let the normie get it out of his system
He doesn’t realize what he’s doing is wrong, so let me list ‘em
NFTs are the enviroment’s cancer, a pfp for out of touch actors
Don’t think I’ve seen a single thing sadder, online you’re a god, real life you’re a slacker
I spend my life, helping people find their inner strength and improve their lives
You peddle lies, but don’t realize, you’re bringing the world to its demise
Spending hours mining the blockchain, trying his best to wisecrack haters
All to childishly defend some dated pixel art, like a Minecraft player! 

Cryptobro:
You’re fucking obnoxious, do all Aries need to act so defiant?  
You can try to deny it but there’s only proof for one of us rooted in science
I’m science fiction, your science is fiction, don’t you get it? You’ll always be wrong 
So yea check the profile pic, the shape says it all, you’re Hexa-gone

Astrology Girl:
This basic sigma male is truly token, but you’ve got no worth even in an arcade 
So insignificant, you could take a page from me and listen to what the stars say 
When you’re laying down, broke and in debt, wondering what went wrong with your life
From the beginning you were destined to fail, you should’ve taken the signs

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