Michael Myers vs Sam

LAR80s / Fightmarker as Michael Myers Vladimyr P. / Joey as Sam WELCOME TO A SINISTER RAP BATTLE MICHAEL MYERS AGAINST SAM BEGIN Michael Myers: Coming hard on this Mike, I bring the fuel to ignite This Myers spitting fire cross the pyers to incite a fright Your pumpkin pie can’t ever stand up to my skills with this knife Bleeding seeds and spilling guts; losing your Saturday Night Life Don’t call me Austin Powers, I won’t answer to Wayne The only schwing you’ll hear from me is my blade bringing the pain You’re the Picard to my Kirk a Hallow-eenie mini me Your Jack o’lanterns all smirk without any comedy I couldn’t give a Shatner about your weak and bleak portrayal When I feast on Samhain the preparation will be fatal Just like Geoffrey Giraffe, you don’t want to grow up And your film’s a Blockbuster; bankrupt. Sam: I’ll analyze your thoughts, you’re not as psycho as you seem Bates Motel was scarier even without the shower scene The blood I spill Covers-all, so zip it, and grab your mop I’m the megamall of Horror while you’re just a Little Shop You’ll mourn when the Thorn is torn, I ad-myer the forewarn But you have the mind of a kid so join the Children of the Corn So grab your kettle, pop it up, the show’s ‘bout to begin You’ll bear true witness to the terror for I am the pumkin-gpin Michael Myers: Your Burlap Sack raps are wack, what’s hiding in your stash? No Chocolate Bars, you’re lolly-gagging, since you couldn’t light a match Box office zero, direct to blue-ray show, it’s such a pity I’m filling seats at AMC; you’re on clearance at Party City You’ll be Dead by Daylight once I nail you to the fence Carpenter’s hammering nails will leave you hanging in suspense I’m your creator but I’ll still cut you like my sister You’re never scene in theaters; forever a d-lister Sam: If you’re wanting some suspense, then I guess I’ll take the lead That chocolate covered pocket verse was worse than Halloween 3 That movie’s subtitle was Season of the Witch But If you’d have been the star they’d call it Season of the Bitch The Zombies Robbing of your win, in Grave danger of what’s within You got no Spirit-Halloween, so I will cleanse you of your sins Loomis calls you pure evil, but I think it’s just clickbait Have a glass of H20, because you need some to rehydrate! The Pumpkin Patch is open, come and pick your harvest boon Just Stop clowning around, and IT will all be over soon You’re a disgrace to the night of October 31st Trick ‘R Treating’s my bag, so you’ll leave this battle cursed WHO MURDERED THE MIC? COMMENT THE WAIVER BELOW RETURN TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL FOR ANOTHER SINISTER RAP BATTLE Writers: Vlad and John P. Beat Producer: Dansonn Mixer / Effects: Vlad Cover Art Made by Joey