Yanni Yogi vs John McClane

Former courtroom bailiff from Ace Attorney, Yanni Yogi, and cop and protagonist of the Die Hard franchise, John McClane, rap against each other to see which (ex)police makes the most bloody and deadly Christmas there is.
Yanni Yogi Background: The Boat Shacki
John McClane Background: Nakatomi rooftop
Beat: Time 4 Action
== The Battle ==
=== John McClane ===
(starts at 0:10)
Merry DL-6-mas! Best time to deck some ass and shed some lights
Going toe to toe against gramps, he’s for a one-sided fist fight
Soloed through petty thieves on my own like it’s Nakatome Alone
The wet noodle bandit’s leaving John McCalister’s dome all blown
Let’s drop down your elevator. Don’t need to crawl through your ventings
Made a fit from a child’s fit, a case of cry hard with a vengeance
Kid’s watching you take dad’s breath away, left a bang into the frame
Raised the dead and you get the blame. Holiday spirits full of pain
Been a naughty man, Saint Nick had to come and “ho-ho-hold it”,
when you went offence on your defence since success is all he rolled with
Just wanted fame and glory, threw your life of the highest story
A giant dive from your life boat. Say hello to Gruber for me
=== Yanni Yogi ===
(starts at 0:41)
Did you scramble your noodles, Keith? Let dad bring you to your senses
You may call me Mr. Falcon how my punches won’t pass censors
That my son’s hurting his dad, you always leave the family shattered
Better ask your pal Al to help you learn some well family matters
The boiled hot master of pasta, like dough, I toss your whole caboodle
Won’t be taking my place, pupil. You’re serving out dried noodles
Though it saves me hair nets, cut’s on decline with each sequel’s quality
Used to get caught in the action, now people are caught stuck with zzz…
You leave dad tired, boy. Like the chief said: Roy’s ploys a waste of time
Best I’d leave, Polly’s out of food how you’re out your days of prime
I’ll list it once more for you: no fame, no hair, no respect, no wife
Anything else I’ve forgotten, Polly Best forget DH-5
===John McClane===
(starts at 1:12)
Cut It Yogi, before I leave big booboos on your picnic basketcase
Can’t outwit Ranger John. harder than average when I crack a face
Let me pop your bubble, “pops”. You popped in and Gourdy seems more real
A ditzy sleepy act that don’t take flight, a pre course to a real meal
===Yanni Yogi===
(starts at 1:22)
Ayup, You’re right, Keith! Though your line of fire can’t reach my heights, Keith
Talk about flights, Keith? Can’t take heat, you launched before you rised Keith
“But why the act”, you might ask. Well let me give you my quick cents
I’d have left Bruce Willis dead before we’d started: DL-sixth sense
===John McClane===
(starts at 1:33)
You’re finally awake! Well, I found this murder plan and it quotes
“Bring them to the lake! They’ll break together, also burn this damn note“
Guess that solves the case why you’re workless. Your way with orders lacking
No secrets safe and secret in your save when Polly wants a cracking
Your killing scheme’s like my ost: influenced by Germany
Yet no odes of joy from bad Karma, just suffering eternally
Been the goat blowing up mofos while you sing death row your boat
Stealing the show, my roasts burn this track of all prints of your flows
Let’s talk wives quick, we both gone fucked up. Two Ollies with no grind
But mine’s fine. You were shot out of your mind And she shot out her mind
Stuck with a bird that hatched this jailbird in it’s nest nice and tuckered
Got laid one last time by Polly, Yippee-ki-yay parrotfucker
===Yanni Yogi===
(starts at 2:04)
Don’t you forget DH-3. How our police system’s truly blessed
When masterminds use our patrol as tools doing what Simon says
You're out this run McCain! Next to me, the vice pale in comparison
One more old fuck needing sons. Left expendable like Harrison
Wannabe Arnold, the jackass action hero out of one-liners?
Ain’t no badass, the FBI’s played so dumb there’s just none finer
Carved Zeus into the plot, cause you can’t strike thunder alone
No legs to stand on, this baillif rips you of the stand on his own
Top of my job, yet I’m dropped while this cop drops off tops no effort
Piling up damages, his vest reads “now I have a crime record”
Let History repeat while I take shots for your kids to witness
When their dad won’t make it these holidays…Merry Christmas.
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WHO WON?
John McClane 
Yanni Yogi 
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