Epic Rap Battles of Wiki Characters by The SCP Foundation Lyrics
DrClef]
AWWWWWWW SHIT! IT'S MC CLEF IN THE HIZAOOUSE!
I'm a Foundation Gangsta, bitch, I'm OG
Been trapping Skips and making hits since 173!
Think you can outrap me, think you kick my ass?
I'm the decom grandmasta, yo jive-ass is grass!
I'm the Bishop of Badass, layin' down my homilies
Got no love for supernatural anomalies
I lock 'em in my abbatoir, keep em' in my cage
Pull out my forty-five and show those fuckers my rage!
Able thinks he's hard, swinging' round his steel
'Eighty-Two thinks he's gonna make me his meal
Where those punks now? Tell you where they been seen
They servin' hard time down in Site Nineteen
I'm the ghostface killa with the heart of a thug
Euclid, Safe, or Keter, I won't show you no love
I'm the warden of this prison, and you're Cool Hand Luke
Eatin' hard boiled eggs till you break down and puke
What we got here's a failure to communicate
Don't try to beg, I'm not willing to negotiate
Got my Mobile Task Force and my twelve-gauge ready
Gonna blow off your head with my aim that's steady
All the shorties in the sites want to get with A.C
They see me roll by and soak their panties
Take them two at a time down in my love shack
Once you've had the Clef you ain't never goin' back
MC Clef. I out
[Dr. Bright]
Oh, you wanna roll? You think you bad?
Well, I'm Dr. Bright and
I'm, uhm, deffently white
Chilling the home with my bling
It's some uh kind of uh SCP thing
Fuck this shit. Peace, homie
*Pulls out a gun and double taps*
[Dr. Sorts]
It seems that you're rapping
But I only hear yapping
If this is a battle you're only scrappin'
Like an old maid
Doing crafts with books
While I'm gettin paid
For busting rhymes with hooks
Rolling like one six two
Fulla rusty razors and screws
Can't contain it, touch this and you lose
Ripped outta your skin
I shoulda warned ya
Don't think you'll win
Its worse around the corner
Your containment's been breached, its
Eight oh eight come to screech it
Make up a whole new GOI to preach it
Don't assemble the pieces
The pro has spoken
I smooth out the creases
And keep that god broken
Your hands shake while you read the report
With paint and a crowbar I make the retort
The day's saved, you're welcome, signed Doctor Sorts
[Dr. King]
Well, I'm Doctor King, there's one thing I need
And that's NO GODDAM MOTHERFUCKING APPLE SEED!
If there's Keters contained, you know I did the deed
And I used NO GODDAM MOTHERFUCKING APPLE SEED!
You got an M T F? A whole site I lead
And it has NO GODDAM MOTHERFUCKING APPLE SEED!
If you step to me, I will make yo ass bleed
So gimme NO GODDAM MOTHERFUCKING APPLE SEED!
APPLE SEED! APPLE SEED! NO GODDAM MOTHERFUCKING APPLE SEED!
Every S C P, I'll'a gladly freed…
Before I touch another motherfucking apple seed
[Strelnikoff]
Looks like you forget some one…
MEET G! A! STRELNIKOFF!
My AKM is in repair I'm gonna battle you in text mode
I come to ruin your verses like a motherfucking Chechen horde
Ya thinking you can stand against a VDV trooper?
Remember film ”Red Heat” and POCELUJ MOJU ZALUPU!
Come at me comrade and I show you all my danger class
I take two hundred ninety seven, turn it on and shove it up your ass!
Chop ya down with a hatchet, then bite off your nose
And rinse with your blood the steel toothes in my jaws
No round 2 for you wet Gypsy beak suckin lover
The shovel disembowel fest now opens – duck and cover!
AWWWWWWW SHIT! IT'S MC CLEF IN THE HIZAOOUSE!
I'm a Foundation Gangsta, bitch, I'm OG
Been trapping Skips and making hits since 173!
Think you can outrap me, think you kick my ass?
I'm the decom grandmasta, yo jive-ass is grass!
I'm the Bishop of Badass, layin' down my homilies
Got no love for supernatural anomalies
I lock 'em in my abbatoir, keep em' in my cage
Pull out my forty-five and show those fuckers my rage!
Able thinks he's hard, swinging' round his steel
'Eighty-Two thinks he's gonna make me his meal
Where those punks now? Tell you where they been seen
They servin' hard time down in Site Nineteen
I'm the ghostface killa with the heart of a thug
Euclid, Safe, or Keter, I won't show you no love
I'm the warden of this prison, and you're Cool Hand Luke
Eatin' hard boiled eggs till you break down and puke
What we got here's a failure to communicate
Don't try to beg, I'm not willing to negotiate
Got my Mobile Task Force and my twelve-gauge ready
Gonna blow off your head with my aim that's steady
All the shorties in the sites want to get with A.C
They see me roll by and soak their panties
Take them two at a time down in my love shack
Once you've had the Clef you ain't never goin' back
MC Clef. I out
[Dr. Bright]
Oh, you wanna roll? You think you bad?
Well, I'm Dr. Bright and
I'm, uhm, deffently white
Chilling the home with my bling
It's some uh kind of uh SCP thing
Fuck this shit. Peace, homie
*Pulls out a gun and double taps*
[Dr. Sorts]
It seems that you're rapping
But I only hear yapping
If this is a battle you're only scrappin'
Like an old maid
Doing crafts with books
While I'm gettin paid
For busting rhymes with hooks
Rolling like one six two
Fulla rusty razors and screws
Can't contain it, touch this and you lose
Ripped outta your skin
I shoulda warned ya
Don't think you'll win
Its worse around the corner
Your containment's been breached, its
Eight oh eight come to screech it
Make up a whole new GOI to preach it
Don't assemble the pieces
The pro has spoken
I smooth out the creases
And keep that god broken
Your hands shake while you read the report
With paint and a crowbar I make the retort
The day's saved, you're welcome, signed Doctor Sorts
[Dr. King]
Well, I'm Doctor King, there's one thing I need
And that's NO GODDAM MOTHERFUCKING APPLE SEED!
If there's Keters contained, you know I did the deed
And I used NO GODDAM MOTHERFUCKING APPLE SEED!
You got an M T F? A whole site I lead
And it has NO GODDAM MOTHERFUCKING APPLE SEED!
If you step to me, I will make yo ass bleed
So gimme NO GODDAM MOTHERFUCKING APPLE SEED!
APPLE SEED! APPLE SEED! NO GODDAM MOTHERFUCKING APPLE SEED!
Every S C P, I'll'a gladly freed…
Before I touch another motherfucking apple seed
[Strelnikoff]
Looks like you forget some one…
MEET G! A! STRELNIKOFF!
My AKM is in repair I'm gonna battle you in text mode
I come to ruin your verses like a motherfucking Chechen horde
Ya thinking you can stand against a VDV trooper?
Remember film ”Red Heat” and POCELUJ MOJU ZALUPU!
Come at me comrade and I show you all my danger class
I take two hundred ninety seven, turn it on and shove it up your ass!
Chop ya down with a hatchet, then bite off your nose
And rinse with your blood the steel toothes in my jaws
No round 2 for you wet Gypsy beak suckin lover
The shovel disembowel fest now opens – duck and cover!