Freshy Kanal - Donkey Kong Vs. Winston Rap Battle Ft. Titanium1208 & BluBirdVA

WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fHLoH6F13c

The Kevin Bennett as Pico
RecD as Blitzo
Fightmarker as Boyfriend (CAMEO)

Pico:
Way back in 1999, was breaking new grounds
Now in 2022, still breaking Newgrounds
I’ve graduated and you’ve just entered the school grounds
You think you’re Tricky, but I’m the one killing you, clown (look)
You better can it, fool, you’re lookin’ like Cassandra junior
I’ll blam and school ya with my gang of shooters
When I make that A.K. pop, ain’t no motherfucker stanning Loona
There go at least 90% of all the fans that viewed ya
I see a goth kid, turn off the business shtick
And I’m dropping sicker shit than your daughter’s syphilis
Tell that dog to listen, sit, shake a paw, then send a hit
To her jaw and split the bitch like her pa’s relationships
Now I’ve just gotta burn some lead to get the crowd Funkin’
This man’s known for turnin’ heads - so quit the owl fucking
My trauma ain’t half as bad as what’s in that head of yours
I thought I saw a real opponent - that’s Blitzophrenia

Blitzo:
Okay, first of all, it’s Blitz, pipsqueak, don’t fuckin’ try it
Like the viewers when this bitch speaks, the “O” is silent
Now, I may be a demon, but your creator is fucked
What kind of freak thinks “Hmm, Columbine’s not racist enough!”
You fucking edge lord, that shit’s like a razor blade
And then when Funkin’ blew up, you were too risque to play
Until ninjamuffin said “fuck it, let’s just make him gay”
Your story, your preference - man, not even your As are straight
Aww, you think I’d feel bad and comfort you through this?
Bitch, you are an ass-ass-in, I don’t give two shits
You used to be badass, quit pandering to kids
Adding thousands of oblivious toddlers to lists
Now I see why your father - didn’t want ya - took the fast lane
I fucked your daddy - then I’m outtie - that’s a Flash bang
You’re the virgin version to the chad Piconjo, it’s true
I’d tell you to go fuck yourself, but you probably do
Although you’re not who I pegged to try to top me
Like Millie with a strap-on in bed, that takes Moxxie, kid
So if things don’t work out as the officer of your hood school
I’d like to hire you - as my personal footstool

Pico:
Take on this kid from Columbine, I’ll stand you all in line
Add an AK-47, a revolver, a nine
A MAC-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine
And that’s your whole group of furries shot up all at one time, ‘cuz I’m

Pico & Boyfriend:
(PICO!) 
The one and only
You’re a cheap clone of me, like Fizzaroli
You left him behind and ran away from the sideshow
Now you’re second fiddle to Hazbin Hotel, still in the side show
Sister in rehab, Stolas left divorced and depressed
And with your job, I’m losing count of all the homes that you’ve wrecked
Everybody that you mistreated has now scorned you and left
And when you’re killed, not a single soul will be mourning your death


Blitzo:
Oh, go cry to your Kickstarter, you precious nerd
I’m shocked you didn’t add a stretch goal for that second verse
You should kill yourself now! You cringe ass Nene baby
Like Darnell, I’m spitting fire, don’t Play games with me
Ever since Tankman invaded, your site has tanked, man
Nowadays you’re just some nostalgic hipster’s spank bank
Dipshit, you wasted my time, I hope you had fun
I’d damn your ginger soul to hell, if you had one

Written & Directed by Eddiefrb
Beat prod. by FLOCKABOI
Coverart Design by Eddiefrb
Coverart Artwork by Valonide
Mixed & Mastered by Freshy Kanal & Sebb

Blitzo vs Pico - Rap Battle! (ANIMATION VS ANYTHING: CH. II)

Freshy Kanal: Scarecrow (DC) vs Scarecrow (Oz) feat. Freeced & Snakebite126

Sans Vs. Nagito Komaeda

Not mine, this audio belongs to GamingPlush64
Mr. Tibbs as The Neighbor
GamingPlush64 as Wally Darling

The Neighbor:
Get off my lawn, kid. I think you mistook me
Be it browsers or the scouts, I'm not interested in cookies
Don't ask me for a cup of sugar, you little poser
I'll choke you out like cinnamon; stick your grin up on simming posters
Rip you open; have you swimming with the fishes on the second floor
Get your corpse, and then trash you like Oscar
Scummy muppet, I'll be blunt, I will not be less hostile
Just because the net's bananas for your fruity ass roster
I see a home invader. There's tomatoеs, glue and bear traps at their feet
You'd invitе 'em in and use 'em just to stare at, like a creep! (Urghh)
Theres only one track that's fit for Wally
And it's wrapping 'round my house; strap him in the patch of my trolly!
I don't care about your show, and I don't care how your paintings look
I know your episodes ain't running, but I think you maybe should
I'm no Mr Rogers, I'll off you if you're in Raven Brooks
Get back in your home and get the fuck outta my neighbourhood

Wally Darling:
Hello Neighbor
How are you today?
Have you finally ceased from your screaming fit?
Well, here's the sitch
I've had this on lock before you even clicked
Don't even need to part my lips and...
I eat the beat up quick
Believe me, Mr. Peterson, I know who I am dealing with;
A clown who's house looks like it was ripped out of Dr. Seuss...
Or was it Edith Finch?
Ha, ha... I forgot the words...
Maybe that's why we're paired; everyone forgot who we were
Your angry barking's almost as funny as Barnaby
But it went down hill like your Betas; the numbers are hard to read
I think someone's just upset their games ain't getting them views
Or you're jealous that I dress as a better devil than you (Ooh)
I'm the host! I'm the most! I'm the Goat! Like I'm Baphomet!
My guestbook's at its limits. Say, are you enjoyed by MatPat yet?
Not so beautiful dreamer. Deluded to think you stay giant
Just close your eyes, and next time you see me?
Stay quiet

The Neighbor:
I'd get my keys and my BB gun locked and loaded
Spritz your index down like windex, leaving all your windows broken
Hit you with my car, smoke you like your cigarette packets
But all it takes to crash your page is internet traffic!
Your Build is Tiny when compared to my contract
Lemme get a shovel; give you more than eye contact
No restoration project's gonna aid Pinnochio
When you're six feet under my property
How's that for "so below"?

Wally Darling:
You just kept adding stories. A new one every time we blink
Yet the highest praise you get was: "that's good... I think..."
Maybe stay away from cars: last time you drove, your wife was slaughtered
And then, like our own fallen star, your son pushed down your daughter! (Oh!)
I've got friends at every end; you've no one left to love you
Even if you think I'm garbage, it still means I rise above you
This AI tried adapting, but again, he got outsmarted
Homie, your house just ain't hard enough
Home is where the heart is!

Hello Neighbor vs. Welcome Home. DGPRB.

Buggy vs Arthur Fleck (One Piece vs Joker) - RAP BATTLE! - by Freshy Kanal

Upwards (War Within Soul Edit)

[Intro]
Zee’s commin’ through, cunt…
Hot shit, fuckers…

[Build-Up – tense / ritual / ominous pacing]

Crawlspace open,
Cruiser hull glowin’,
Sigils on the steel got the old gods chokin’.

Pulse in the dark like a war drum loaded,
Zee in the void with the star-chart coded.

Order in the wires,
Command in the choir,
Hear the ancients cry through the engine fire.

Planet in the sights of a cold empire,
Every timeline tremble when the ghost climbs higher.

[DROP – beat hits / vicious entrance]

ZEE’S ON.
THE.
WAY.
And the void don’t wait.

[DOUBLE-TIME LONG CHAIN VERSE – relentless flow]

I’m on the way with a blade in the data,
A plague in the vapor, a fate that’ll taper
Your gods into chalk when I walk through the crater,
Their orders engraved in my core like a prayer.

I’m the signal they sent when the sentries went dead,
I’m the whisper that bled into dread in their heads,
I’m the reason the beacons are screaming instead,
I’m the thing in the dark that the prophets misread.

Cruiser in slipstream, ripping the sky theme,
Zee with a mind clean, killing the high beam.
Tearing through night seams, metal and light scream,
Breaking the rites of the ancient divine team.

I don’t wait for the fate that they coded in stone,
I just break every gate that they laid on the throne.
I’m the hand that they forged, now I’m taking control,
I’m the curse they designed that’ll swallow them whole.

Dropping like an omen, motion frozen —
Cold command from the pantheon broken.
Stars recoil when the hull door opens,
Zee steps out and the gods start smokin’.

Sent for destruction,
Cosmic instruction,
Warp-born judgement, void-core conduction.

Earth in the crosshair,
Skies feel frost there,
Zee’s on the way — and I tear through gods’ laws squared.

No delay when I aim at the chain they made,
I unweave fate with the names they gave.
I’m the last damn echo of a war they saved,
Till the day I arrive and the whole thing caves.

[instrumental]

Mathew Swift as Bugs Bunny and Announcer
Fle as Woody Woodpecker

Bugs Bunny:
Eh, what’s up, doc? Allow me to be Ms. Mean-y
Road-run out of this battle and take that left at Albuquerque
This bunny’s going Back in Action to obtain my second victory
You’re talentless! But, when I sing, it’s a real Merrie Melody!
Universally adored! You’re behind me, in the dust
Face the music, you’re outdated. Nothing more to be discussed
I’m legendary! People always Tuned out your Looney Toons
So I’ll add you to the crew of your own Ship of Ghouls!

Woody Woodpecker:
Knock Knock, guess who? Woody Woodpecker buddy! 
I got the pecks to reduce you to a Bug, Bunny! 
You’re Lola-loco to think ya could get her’ 
She’d turn to someone better; and hop on my woodpecker 
Ya’ diagnosis is this roastin’- that’s what’s up, doc! 
And I could barely bare the hare on the cereal box 
It’s Wabbit season, Bugs! Don’t think I would forget
So ravage underground, ‘cause I’ve got a bone to Peck!

Bugs Bunny:
Of course you realise… this means war!
You tried to peck off more bark than you could hope for
Steal spotlights from pandas? You can't win on your own
I’ll surpass you and Daffy; two birds, one microphone 
Mista, I’m the slickest trickster who's ever dissed ya
You’re history, forgotten, and no one’s ever missed ya
Eh, I’ll give you a punchline since you’re already a joke 
Now that I’ve fried this chicken,

Porky Pig:
Tha-tha-that's all folks!

Woody Woodpecker:
You may have collected respect and the company’s money
it doesn't take a genius to know that this bunny’s unfunny
I’m more raw than carrots- you should stick to ya pranks
I’m dropping rap bombs, while you’re shooting Blancs
You’ll fall with a Fudd as I hunt you on this track
You made this battle a drag, but hey, you're a queen of that
Stuck in another jam, you'll be left spaced out
But it's no surprise when you take 2nd place to a mouse

Written by Matthew Thomas, Fle, R, Legion, WonderPikachu

Bugs Bunny vs Woody Woodpecker. CMRB

Forrest Gump vs. Waterboy

Forrest Gump:
Video: Greg
Audio: Light

Waterboy:
Video: Freshy Kanal
Audio: Freshy Kanal

Beat by:
Kustom & 8_Bit

Thumbnail Art by:
Boris

Written By: 
Freshy Kanal, Legion, Brodecai, Mat4yo

Lyrics:

Waterboy: 
I’m known to win fights, so hold your mic tight.
You don’t seem heavily prepared when a feather is your guide. 
I’m evil on the field, this ain’t a ping pong battle.
Better gather your gospel peeps, my verse is the devil!
You’re not the best competitor, as your script would say
Since everybody knows you as the dude who runs away
And when one round of flow from the Waterboy is busted
On the streets they are reporting that a forest got flooded!

Forrest Gump: 
You put yourself on high standards for pointless ranting.
Stupid is who stupid does, and you’re on the top ranking.
My momma once told me there are unexpected losses,
But if you’re in my box, it’s time to drop the chocolates.
I was tackling Vietnam while you got Virginia testy.
Man, you’re supposed to give me water when I’m resting.
You bit everything off me, now I’m chewing on your title.
I guess it’s the second time you get bullied by your idol.
I got all the folks running miles for my quotes.
So step aside, you’re not the only shrimp on my boat.
You’re squabbled out of this run, it is not a big stunt.
Or in your language, that’s 12 points for Forrest Gump!

Waterboy: 
These wallpins make me so tired.
Gump's in a bit of a slump, is his Momma a ghost writer?
Take her quotes to your grave when I’m ending this fight.
We still got some space between her and your wife.

Forrest Gump: 
Finding space for my Oscars while you're finding commentary
But you're far from quiet in Forrests with the Golden Raspberry
You quarrel on the ground, so just let me be your guide.
Here's looking at you missing my lines, cross-eyed

Waterboy: 
A fan of Dr Pepper? You rap more like Dr Salty's mate
I'll bodyslam you hard like you were plugging Gatorade!
But I wonder how your mind builds any rap structure.
When your education consisted of quickies with your mother
So in this football crossover you’re looking a lot lower.
Cuz I’ll leave this off-flower right under my lawn mower.
Don’t mess with the big bird when you’re a wee pullet
That’ll bite you in the ass like a million dollar bullet

Forrest Gump: 
You should be abandoned and I’m the one to bother
Then take over your money, but I’m not your father
I brought it to the people, and it doesn't need much rapping
To sum up your movie... shit happens.

Forrest Gump vs. Waterboy - Rap Battle!

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

Jack Skellington vs Sans - Rap Battle (ANIMATION VS ANYTHING: Chapter 1 Finale)

https://www.instagram.com/salmon.4011?igsh=MnFmM3dhNXFoZGJ1
my pfp is satire

Sans Vs. Nagito Komaeda

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