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The Coen Brothers vs. Clint Eastwood
We're here to take down this ugly old bitch
We're the New York Jets, you're just their jock itch
You think you got skill well you just know you're wrong
You're that skinny blonde bitch, we're fvcking King Kong
Yo man, everyone knows we invented the cult classic
Your prime was way back in the early Jurrasic
We smoke out with The Dude all the fvck damn time
We bada$$ mofos, we don't care it's a crime
Gran Tarino was a huge a$$ piece of shat
Hundred-twenty whole lousy minutes to laugh at
You should watch Fargo, maybe learn a lesson or two
Learn to direct from our point of view
You should really stick to acting
Though we can see what about directing's attracting
Control the set, control all the actors
Though your suckiness you forgot to factor
So for now I guess we'll have to sign off
You can respond to this after you jerk off
I know it gets lonely being an old fvcking fart
No time for pity though time for us to depart.
Watch while I take these chumps
And shove them back inside their mother's cvnt.
You're up against the monster, the original bad-a5s
Deadly; I breathe fire, spray acid and spit broken glass.
Don't think I didn't notice you had nothing to rhyme about son.
Talkin' about your cult classics, yeah…
You could only name one.
Bringing pain to the plains is my first claim to fame.
The man with no name set the whole West ablaze.
Didn't need to say much, cause talk is cheap.
Just blasted motherfvckers for crossing me in the street.
I'll paint your town red and screw your wives.
Then shoot down dead, while you look surprised.
I played another bad-a5s; Dirty Harry Callahan.
Ask if you're feeling lucky with my magnum in hand.
Leave a hole in your body the size of an orange.
Leave your organs spilling out like your chest has a hinge.
Choke your dumb asses until your faces turn purple.
I know all your secrets, like I read your journal.
I defined the western anti-hero and the vigilante cop.
Your reputations zero and mine stays on the top.
You can call me an old codger, your lame insults don't bother-
Me, because you see, I'm happy making my critically acclaimed movies.
So back off son, before I blow the dust off my gun.
Old man Eastwood will blow you full of holes like Unforgiven.
Quentin Tarantino vs. Christopher Nolan
This is Quentin Tarantino speaking
Havic I've always been known for wreaking
If it's mercy or pity you're seeking
Well then tough luck so just get to shrieking
My films are known for their excess gore and blood
My rhymes will hit ya like a god damn flash flood
This is the fvcking Tarantino you're messing with
Now let me take you apart, brick by brick
You make psych thrillers a lot of the time
They've been done to death, they're way past their prime
You all know I make, violence look good
Step down little bitch, you're square and I'm hood
You idolize Bale and that bitch Michael Caine
For those faggot motherfvckers all I have is disdain
You think you're so great cause you got a few Oscars
Your time is over, into your grave time to enter
Pulp Fiction goin up against the Dark Knight
Batman's cool but you know might makes right
Who the fvck do you think would actually win
A guy who dresses like a bat or some badass hitmen?
Well it's time for me to dip
It's seems I've emptied my clip
Thanks for the battle
Though all you did was prattle.
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Vote Placed by ApostateAbe 5 years ago
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