text: EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
  DONALD TRUMP!
  VERSUS!
  EBENEZER SCROOGE!
  BEGIN!
  Wake up, Scrooge! Im about to take a Dickens of a dump
  On this lonely, homely little miserable grump
  Im like the star on a Christmas tree, youre like the stump
  Im not known for my heart but youre still getting Trumped
  You remind me of my ex-wife in a bikini, cause you disgust me
  Keep your TB from Tiny Timmy away from me, dont even touch me
  I dont shake hands, I dont make fans
  I ruin rappers faster than Scottish lands
  Even Jay-Z knows what a pimp I am
  I got my name on the front of the business, man!
  My rapsll haunt you, make you think youre going insane
  Youre about to get whooped by three emcees of the ethereal plane
  So when the clock strikes, prepare to enter a world of Christmas pain
  Cause Im out, I got my own fucking problems, call me 2 Chainz
  How dare you disturb me when Im napping in my chair
  Youre a crappy rap spitting apparition, I aint scared
  Of this random phantom, haunt all you want, I dont care
  I do not believe in ghosts and I dont believe that hair
  Dont panic, Scrooge, but youre about to crash
  Im J.P. Morgan, the Ghost of Rich Dudes Past
  Whos properly rocking the Monopoly mustache
  Yo, I own the railroad, I run these tracks
  You got dumped on a bench, now youre pissed at the world
  You should have made like Sebastian, and kissed the girl
  Because your greed is the curse thats gonna tear you apart
  What good is your purse if youre poor in your heart?
  Bah humbug! Your raps dont unnerve me, theyre atrocious
  What frightens me the most is your gross ghost proboscis
  Business and success, thats the life Ive selected
  So enough with your pictures from the past, Im not affected
  Well youre about to be right now
  Im the ghost of whats right now
  Just take a lesson from Yeezy
  You missing the point, Ebenezy
  Theres more to life than your work, take it easy
  Even I can make time for Azizy
  Best put some friends on your wish list
  Cause you dont know the spirit of Christmas
  If you did than you would at this moment
  Be sharing your money with some of the homeless
  No! This isnt happening
  Oh, this is maddening agony– wait!
  Actually, harkening back to the dead Donalds lecture
  I still am expecting a final specter!
  Boo! Youre gonna die
  With no one to love you and no one to cry
  Alone by yourself on the bed of your death
  With the stench of regret on your last dying breath
  Cause youve chosen the path of a selfish man
  With Tiny Tims innocent blood on your hands
  The penance you pay for the way you behave
  Is written as plain as the name on this grave
  Are these the shadows of things that will be
  Or things that may be, only
  If I depart from my course can they change
  Say it is thus with what you show me
  I promise to mend my ways
  A friend to all men is what I will become
  Its Christmas! I havent missed my chance to be different, God bless us every-
  WHO WON?
  WHOS NEXT?
  YOU DECIDE!
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  PIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!