LYRICS

D.B. Cooper:
I’ve got a verse here, so for my opening
I request a cigarette, as I’m about to smoke this kid
You’ve got windows making your crew all head to depression
I’ve got Bond-style escape plans; 00-727
D.B. Cooper, I drop bombs a plenty 
against T.V. bloopers, average emcees
This washup would fit with the rest of my bundles of dollars
Know that I go for the throat, remind you of your father?

Dead Bart:
Were you trying to impress me? You should know I’m good at breakthroughs
I’m jumpin’ on this beat like it was your escape route
This dude couldn’t even see the better choice for a main ‘chute
So I’ll be eating up this track like “what’s the deal with airplane food?”
I left Matt Groening crying when he read up on my story
You left the plane when the flight got a little too boring
And I thought I was the sitcom, but when I look at this loser
He looks less like Dan and more like Sheldon Cooper
Facin’ off with Dead Bart, now your heartbeat might stop
This sketch’s sketchy headshot went up for a high cost
But your body’s most likely outlined with white chalk
Now FOX’s best son’s stealing Zodiac Earhart’s time slot
You hit the runway and still, no one knows what your name is
I hit the runway and my face instantly became famous
Even with a rainstorm, I still got colder bars in this fight
So take your leave and take a leap into the dark of the night

D.B. Cooper:
I thought the Simpsons’ could drop bars, but it’s clear you can’t battle me
When your rapping’s more barebones than your family
And you wrote down all the tropes you decided to ride on
Then turned the creepypasta genre to the Squidward Suicide Squad
Keep this bank noted as I’m crushing this duel
Even my blank motive has more substance than you
Leave the tank loaded and get the show on the road
And when I’m flowing, know that I’m holding a grudge in this feud
The Nightmare at 20,000 Feet, towering over your treehouse
Thinking this D.B. beef is gonna leave me beat? How?
I’m hijacking this win, as you’re left shaking and crying 
Leaving you like my legacy - radio silent

Dead Bart:
Traveling on Northwest, yet your plan still went south
Go eat my shorts, man, open the stairwell and step out
And make like your exit and drop this fight
Chalk your loss up as another prediction we’ve gotten right

CREDITS 

Swizkii as D.B. Cooper
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCs4l43CoLWyUMdaWq9S_SKA
Shimario as Dead Bart
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCsFyrvAhPhiEvJ1yL_Ux8MQ

Written by Rabi
Mixed and mastered by Freshy Kanal
https://soundcloud.com/freshy-kanal
Beat by Insanebeatz
Dead Bart art by 01Tyler10
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrIDPJLlnUFILYuS72fIc1g
Thumbnail by Rabi

D.B. Cooper vs. Dead Bart - Rap Battle

Main Cast:
Cri as Pyro (Video) 
Swoldow as Pyro (Audio) 

Cri as Jacket (Video) 
Belle Beniko as Jacket (Audio) 
garbageGothic as Jacket’s recorder 

Beat by Allrounda
Mixed by: Serena
Written by: Cri
Thumbnail by: M!CAH

Battle:

Pyro:
The fire burns like the sun nobody is safe to run 
Warning! Warning! for you this won't be fun
I strike up a match and things turn for the worst
But if you want to strike a match then I’ll let it all burn

It will only take a second to rip you open and spill your guts
But while killing a hobo you tipped over and went to spill your guts
Like Soldier with Zhanna you ain't getting any leisure
At least when I leave people shaking it’s fear, not fucking seizures 

Went into a losing battle with a band of men,
but was too quick to book it. Turned to abandonment
Was hauled off to safety by your friend to prevent your ends 
But since Beard was cut off you started smashing heads

I don’t care about no silent assassins I’ll turn your ass into grass quick 
Air blast back your attacks to make you disappear like it's magic
Like your girl in the bathroom, Left 4 Dead, man it’s tragic
That you had to get a PAYDAY 2 not get trashed like an addict

Jacket:
Do you know what time it is? Time to stop all of your rambling 
You may have heat but it’s nothing to the streets of Miami
A harbinger of death, but it’s simply just a rumor 
Cause he may not have cancer, but you're still your teams biggest tumor

You used to be leaving people questioning “Why’s Pyro cynical?”
But now all they can think of you is “Why Pyrocynical!”
It’s typical, but I find it ironic you can't spit hotter
So I’ll snuff this pyro’s flame leaving RED in the water

A mute mercenary maiming men begging for attention 
Yet this infantile infantry isn't meant to have a weapon
But with a finger on the trigger I'm prone to leave any ringer dead
Cause there's nothing stopping me even with a bullet through my head

Go ahead and turn off your fire before I get my guns and fire 
To leave the flames going higher Pyro’s burning as a pyre
Cause out of everyone on your team you're still the most useless member
So please exercise caution when aggravating my temper

Pyro:
You've been a hoax ever since the moment you were first deployed
Finished the objective of the movement that you wanted to destroy
But addressing the depressing acts they used to send a message
You’ll need more than 50 blessings to not leave this battle headless

Jacket:
Claim I’m a hoax while you’ve stayed as a joke
Just the trope of the foe meant to go as unknown
I go for the throat make you choke on your smoke
Thank you all for stopping by we hope you enjoyed the show

Pyro vs Jacket - TF2 vs Anything (ft. Swoldow, garbageGothic, and Belle Beniko)

Freddy 2.0 Voice

I remembered this song existed and I put on soundcloud (NOT MINE BTW)

Above All - FNF Lord X Wrath

Stolas decides change things up for his annual visit with Blitzø in hopes of showing that he cares, leading to a playful moment between the two.

Movie Night

Vladimyr P. as The Skin Taker
Mr. Jay as Leatherface

WELCOME TO A SINISTER RAP BATTLE
THE SKIN TAKER
AGAINST
LEATHERFACE…

The Skin Taker:
This Laughingstock for the Audience is dismal not fearsome
So you have to take a step inside of my Abysmal Kingdom
Where I’ll spill the tea about how you will Yee your last Haw
When I start to grind your hide apart you’ll get caught on my Lock-Jaw
You made your home out of bones? Your foundation’s what I’ll break;
When the only screams in your theaters are people groaning at your remake
I’m bad to the bone when I’m defacing this disgrace
But not even necromancy magic could ever revive your dead fanbase!
You’re too childish for static; as a host I’m better suited
There’s no difference between you and Texas; simply cuz you’re stupid!
I’m glad you hide your freakish face but it’s sad your mother doesn’t love it
Tell me how I’m the buried treasure when your film has a higher budget?!

Leatherface:
That was Horrible, Horace, now I’ll bring this cove to light
You may think you’re on a grind but I’m pullin strings tonight
Doubt this dollar store skeletor could take a cribbed dark twist
Since you’re just a shitty Horror Story that doesn’t exist!
Odd you think you’re realistic when you’re a skeleton, raw!
Who got big glass eyes and a bigger glass jaw
Which I’ll shatter, serving platters; dishing pain I bring to all
because this hella burnt pasta’s the only thing I never chain-saw
Dig my teeth in to Paint Mary Red and now your boat is steamin’
With a verse screamin’ like static; seems your show’s needin’ a freezin’
Then you’re makers made mistakes that sunk you like a boat
Your Candle’s flame has gone extinct, best leave a suicide note…

The Skin Taker:
Yarr!
You’ll walk the plank since your films sank deep in the ocean
I ride the waves when flowin’ you can’t even show emotion!
I cause fright upon the viewer with my glass eyes and it’s clear;
When I appear near you’ll learn you can’t kill this corpse out of fear!
You cannot overtake a Taker when Pirate Percy is braver
No flesh, but you’ll meet your maker, and that is not in yar favor!
I’d turn a blind eye.. but I’m destined to take what’s mine
so when my jaw moves side to side your skin HAS TO GO INSIDE

Leatherface:
I’m a head chef if you let me cook, you will submerse; should’ve rehearsed
Now the spooky scary skeleton puppet’s the one I will coerce
I’ll string ya to the win so you’re One Year Closer to it
But then when This Rubber Fish flops; you’re another discarded misfit
Your ship-wreck of a verse is one of many that occured
It’s like you had your bars on re-run and your TV flow got massacred!
You finna Jedidiah-gain because you’re barely eerie
Your Channel’s a Zero out of Ten so now there’s no fictional series!

The Skin Taker:
Ye mentally impaired so this isn’t even fair…
But prepare to get scared then be left silent like dead air

Leatherface:
I fret that this marionette’s distasteful like my sets
So flow cremates brittle bones till you’re burnt out like the butt of a cigarette
I dictate with my lack of dictation; my words cause a calamity
that roasted a fucking bonemeal that Imma feast on with my family!

The Skin Taker:
That wordstock’s an Abysmal Thing couldn’t chain rhymes to spark fling fire
Now owning you’s only appealing when you’re added to my attire…

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

Written by: Vladimyr P.
Additional Writing Help by: Trakked, Freshy Kanal, and Brodecai
Beat Producer: Anywaywell


The Skin Taker vs Leatherface. Sinister Rap Battles (ft. Mr. Jay)

all crimes are legal if you aren't technically human

DumbShlop as West of Loathing
mintoreos as Turnip Boy

Written by mintoreos
Beat by Tantu Beats
Mixed by Danii
Cover by TomPuffs

[Verse 1: West of Loathing]
Lemme fire off a warning shot before I swap from western to hip-hop and spit hot *spits into spittoon*
Won’t need to wait two weeks to make this kid rot
Don’t fight an ace high like me when I’m pissed off (yes sir)
Of course you make yer town of produce frustuated (damn right)
All you can say is three points of punctuation
You may have hanged with some onion satan, but this felon sadist will expire on the pavement

I’m outta patience! *spits* Go run more errands
This herb appears just as outdated as his references
Here's a quick lesson if ya wanna keep yer residence, rippin’ up yer mail doesn’t uncorrupt the government
Don’t talk to me how you’re oh so unique just lookin’ to be another pixel art indie
Yer bit off those games and spit em back at the industry, makes sense ya exist thanks to a meme of yoshi

*spits* Kid, yer Reddit humor ain’t subtle.
How’s yer dialogue harder to sit through than yer puzzles?
And what’s with yer morals, they’re honestly horrible! 
Out killin’ kids but paying taxes is where ya struggle? *spits*
It’s not solely the forest beasts exposed to radiation *spits* 
Reviews must be too if they gave you any admiration
Always escaping *spits* the burdens he’s taken *spits*
Brings a whole new meaning *spits* to tax evasion


Hello? Are…..are yer going to say anything feller?
See, I knew- I knew you were going to pull this shit. 
I get yer a silent protagonist but c’mon man you gotta at least say something!

OH LORD ALL MIGHTY, okay that scared me, hooo

[Verse 2: Turnip Boy] 
I thought the IRS might be at my home’s doorstep but all I see here is this monochrome snore-fest
Dogging my aesthetic while looking like a joke sketch, both your art style and personality got no depth
The wild wild west just decides to fight the best against a line and vile mess it ain’t even a contest
Rushing DLC so devotees get any sort of content, but my assumed greed is what you want to condemn?

Alright then, we just met but let’s skip the pleasantries
I’ll certainly be wrecking the enemy of equity
Cus it seems to me that playing fake sheriff is your legacy
I mean jeez even your own gun’s a better deputy
Why ya facing me? You’re too drunk to battle in the first place. How’d you flop this back and forth when your game’s turn based?
You began in Boring Springs but you look more mundane. I'd say I take names but you’re already un….named!

Think you’re tough, my guy you're a pansy. Like bitch, how does a cowboy get defeated by an anti-virus? (Dumbass!)
The way your party fights shit is priceless
Haven’t seen things be worse together since that human-cactus hybrid
This beer chugging, cow punching, cheap drawing, blows at rap
And don’t try to hide those facts under one of your bowler hats
This town ain’t big enough, so get out before I smoke your ass!
and pull the gat on some sort of rip-off Henry Stickmen tra-aughhh fuck

[Verse 3: West of Loathing & Turnip Boy]
There’s another warning shot, and- oh wait, I think I hit him in the gut!
Hey, you good bud? WHY DID YOU SHOOT ME?! 
I guess this booze is makin’ me a tad woozy
You were holding a gun while downing some whisky? That’s almost as reckless as you running from your family
Are yer seriously dissin’ me while you’re bleedin’ to death? I mean as a vegetable aren’t yer meant to stay fresh?

Please just get an ambulance, quick! Feller, all we got is horse and carriage. Shit!
Look kiddo *spits* How many times do you need to spit!? Yer can either die here or yer can stop being a massive bitc-
Alright alright I get it, now don’t let me bleed out. Only if ya swear to pay the bills on yer greenhouse
I’ll never give a cent to the regime OUCH Then it’s time for me *spits* to put this freak down