nice hat
dork
you look like a duck
I had Alfred read your books
he told me they suck
I'll crush your British nuts
until they're bangers and mash
I've seen better detective work
in Tango and Cash
you chump
I kick punks like you off the streets
while you and Velma here
are solving Scooby-Doo mysteries
nothing makes me laugh
but I bet your raps can
so bring it on
bitch
I'm Batman
I once met a rich fellow
who smelled of guano and pain
Holmes explain
I deduce this deuce stain
is Bruce Wayne
the billionaire?
yes, his wealth would allow this
adversary of ours
to afford the toys he needs
since he has no superpowers
you want a battle bat?
bring it then
I heard he has a British butler
good, then he'll be used
to getting served by Englishmen
you're a wack vigilante black pantied
spud with no skill
my sidekick's a doctor
because his flows are so ill
shut up nerds
I serve justice so eat it
my sidekick only comes around
when he's needed!
Boy
Wonder make you wonder
how your ass got killed
bite harder than those hounds
down in Baskerville
I'll blast you with that
Bat-wack-rap repellent
rappel a building, snatch a villain
then by dinner be chillin'
gotta secret 'bout your homegirl
Irene Adler
took her back to my nest
to bam pow kersplat her
I'll shatter that fiddle
with a chop of the hand
holy Conan Doyle let's get 'em
oh god damn
you're not smart
you're selfish
you endanger everyone's life
why don't you let your boyfriend here
go home to his wife?
nobody likes you
not your brother, not your partner
not Scotland Yard
you'll die alone with no friends
except that needle in your arm
this mustn't register on an emotional level
first, exploit childhood tragedy
then gesture with pipe
Watson finishes punchline
next, acknowledge compliment
conclude with killer catch phrase
I believe your parents' homicide
is why you mask your face
you're shamed and traumatized
and haunted by the vast disgrace
of watching like a passive waste
as momma died
and daddy was dispatched with haste
Holmes you've cracked the case
you're a batshit crazy basket case
bloody good rhymes
I've got tonnes
dissing these dynamic douchebags was
elementary my dear Watson
ohhhhh!
who won?
who's next?
you decide