letra de count olaf vs. judge doom - moleman
moleman’s epic rap battles!!!!!!!!!!!!!
big bird…
…vs…
…winnie the pooh!
begin!
winnie the pooh:
it’s a tale of two kids icons, from the ‘hood to the hund- (*record scratch, screen goes dark*)
…oh, bother…
lemony snicket: i am sorry to inform you that this is not the epic rap battle you will be viewing; the battle you are about to see is extremely unpleasant: so much so, in fact, that papa mole himself has been rendered too upset and traumatized by its creation to be able to properly present it. listen closely, and you just might even hear his tormented brooding right now…
announcer: help, help; this man is holding me prisoner!
lemony snicket: …thus, i, lemony snicket, am regretfully here to present to you the following display of vile, fiendish depravity…
moleman’s epic rap battles!
judge doom…
…vs…
…count olaf!
begin…
count olaf:
snicket warning, right up-front: don’t get your hopes up, even slightly;
why don’t you do right, make like the baby baudelaire, and bite me?
flowing seamlessly as my eyebrows with very fierce delivery
i’ll start a rapping fire, roasting you like a rotisserie;
r. k. maroon you on the trolley rails, tied up and screaming:
a setup that’s sure to give the “red car” label a new meaning!
well, i’ve heard you plan dismantling that very means of transit
but forget it: it’s toontown; don’t try to noah cross me, d-mn it!
i’m an actor, not a herpetologist, but here’s the deal:
the venom in the rhymes i spit’s incredibly deadly for real!
they’ll f-ck you up, my wicked words! this be the verse of your undoing;
my triumph is like your greatest feat of heinousness: a shoe-in!
it’s no great unknown: your loss will go on haunting you for years
the echoes of my beastly disses bombinating through your ears!
top-billing villain, i’m the illest, a word which here means “spectacular”;
a sk!llful k!ller, this count’s the blood-spillingest since dracula!
judge doom:
you’re off to quite a bad beginning there; be careful, creep:
in me, you’ve got as much to fear as your neurotic meryl streep!
when i’m presiding, cartoon smiles give way to overwhelming horror
so flee, olaf; to beef with me is something not worth melting for
your stalking schtick jim carreyed on through thirteen novels? that’s insane;
you’d last a trilogy at most if they wrote poe with half a brain!
you’re greatly played up as nefarious; the plights you wrought: precarious
but i’d say dressed in drag was shirley when you were your scariest!
think i’ll fall for some haircut, shave and two-bit costume? hardly;
there’s more masterful disguises on display with dana carvey!
i’ve met more intimidating babies, pushed around in strollers;
man, you look and act like dumb–ss, the long-lost sixth toon patroller!
though alone, i’ll still out-weasel you and your whole wretched troupe;
your only chance: to make me laugh to death at your ineptitude!
the caustic rhymes that i’m concocting will be your final solution;
our duel: your ultimate peril, with definitive dénouement!
count olaf:
yeah, you set up roger rabbit, and your plan was super-nasty
but the best-remembered frames were when his wife flew from that taxi!
your weak burns can’t censor me, so show some d-mn respect to me
before i make this place the theater of your craniectomy!
the world is quiet where i’m up onstage; all heed when i perform
your shoddy showmanship sucks harder than a lachrymose leech swarm
with lyrics ill-articulated as my main man’s either hand is
so drive off on that freeway of yours, hit eighty-eight, and vanish!
judge doom:
let your mouth stop running, genghis; i’ll not put up with being scolded
by a freak who’d wed and patty-cake with a fourteen-year-old kid!
just like that “play”, know the judgement i p-ss here is real and final:
i’ll summarily harpoon you; never cared much for fair trials
you’re a sham, threats emptier than book the sixth’s elevator
full of boasts about as credible as that punctilio paper;
loonier than any toon, if still believing that you’ll win!
even your squalid girlfriend knows you’re out; the all-black look is in!
count olaf:
you’ll soon fall flat, and then be flattened as my lines steamroll you over;
no amount of luck will keep you safe, so keep your four-leaf clover
parting on a sour note, now, pardon if this sounds off-key…
(*smash!*)
…but you’ve met your doom, and i am very fortunate indeed!
baron von rotten:
…remember me; when i scarred children like your books pretend you could?
i’ve got a sharp eye out for openings to finish you for good!
you never got those kids’ dough, but i’ll steal your life like infants’ candy;
i’m the man! what, don’t believe me? just ask my old co-star, bambi!
valiantly though you may try, you’ll never pack the punch to stop me:
i rank number one in rottenness; you’re more akin to robbie!
you can count on the count going down for the count when he tries to step up to me
for he’ll find that i’m far worse than just the way some artist drew me!
count olaf:
though your gloves are off, don’t think me left helpless to your devices;
i’ll see your true form, and raise you the most ghastly of my guises…
baron von rotten: what’s this, some ploy to distract from your choking? ha, you must be drunk; you’re joking!
count olaf: oh, i’ve not been drinking, but you’ll shortly find that i am…
the mask:
…smokin’!
to let my loss be how the story goes here, i refuse;
now, any bombs you drop on me, however spicy, i’ll defuse
for with the god of mischief on my side, i’m primed for striking back:
a dark horse victory, unleashing ragnarök upon this hack!
an oscar-worthy riot rocking this zoot suit, i’ve mastered fun;
you’re as exciting as ben stein, and charming as my b-st-rd son!
for my gag–rs-nal, your wack–ss acme gadgetry’s no match;
call me the masque of the green death, and know your party’s getting crashed!
forget a softie pg-13 schtick; i won’t be holding back, see:
think a little less tex avery, and a whole lot more ralph bakshi!
when you try to dance with me, you’re gonna go chick-chicky-boom;
watch me out-damage-deal your dismal dip with nothing but balloons!
i’ve got the power like nintendo, and this time things won’t fall through:
there’ll be no bouncing back from this; no chance of resurrecting you!
pinhead, your hopes went down the drain the moment big head showed up onstage:
though you hail from funny papers, i’ll put your face on the front page!
(*baron von rotten is sent falling backward into a nearby giant printing machine; as he falls, he launches his arm-saw blade at olaf: it hits him squarely in the face, tearing away the mask and sending him falling back as well. as a newspaper with the headline “psychopathic toon k!lled in freak accident” emerges from the printing press, count olaf plunges into a rather inexplicably-placed body of water, and everything goes dark. next we see, he has awoken within a dark woodland environment…*)
count olaf:
now, this, i hadn’t counted on; have i plunged down some rabbit hole?
this forest seems to be some foreign realm, and it’s no sugar bowl
but baron batshit bug-eyes breathes no more, so though completely lost
i’ve proven, still, that no cad’s badder than this loathsome, lean, mean boss!
the beast:
tra-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la;
you’d be wise to beware, for the beast’s rhymes are raw!
you’re naught but a babe here in my woods; unfit to stay afloat
because you rap like jason funderburker’s stuck down in your throat!
i’m all about that operatic b-ss, and i’ll beat you, no trouble:
snooze and dream of happy clouds as you’re ensnared; save us a struggle
ask elijah wood: i’m chilling as all nine ringwraiths combined;
think you surp-ss me in the vile fiend domain? you’ve lost your mind!
all hope will shortly follow suit, and then your wayward soul, i’ll burn;
you’ll have the sun inside a teacup sooner than you’re home-returned
for i’m the greatest unknown-beast, no question, period, the end:
a dream of besting me can’t be achieved, so don’t even pretend!
get it through your mol-sses-slow potato of a feeble head:
what this sam ramey does with trees is sicker than the evil dead!
count olaf:
ah, what a lovely bunch of lies; by those stale raps, i’ll not be swayed:
i’ll spit some funky freshness, melting them away like adelaide!
you took a page or eight from slendy, but your chance is slimmer still:
i’ll soon succeed where gaston failed, and bag myself one beastly k!ll
you big, black, sluggish tortoise! i’m the hare, but won’t stop in my tracks
and on your boasts, i’ve heard more truthful claims from rocks, and that’s a fact!
think you can have your woodsman cut me down? though his axe may be deadly
he’s no threat to me; hell, i’ve k!lled one chris lloyd today already!
the beast:
seems i’ve sold you slightly short; perhaps we ought to make a deal:
yield, and i may yet let your bones live on out in the potter’s field
surrender not, though, and you’ll face a fate distinctly more infernal
trapped forever as a gnarled husk like dante’s seventh circle!
count olaf:
i heard from a little birdie, named like lemony’s lenore
that you’re fueled by but fear and treachery: a coward; nothing more!
with that in mind, i’ll make this hallow’s eve your final holy night:
your number’s up, beast; call me yzma, ’cause i’m snuffing out your light!
the beast: nooooooooo…
(*ssshhh…*)
(*the dark forest scene fades to white, and count olaf awakens from the water, gasping for breath. climbing up out of the pool, he is quick to notice that the environment now surrounding him is still clearly not the normal world, and having nowhere else to go, he makes his way over toward the only visible house in the vicinity…*)
count olaf:
what otherworldly place is this, now? though the gardens here are pretty
something feels distinctly off, and i must get back to the city
i suppose i should consult whomever lives behind this door
on reaching home again to reign as king of cruel forevermore!
the beldam:
this is ten percent love, ten percent ill-will
thirty percent coercion as i prep for the k!ll
fifty percent hunger to satisfy my pangs
and zero chance what’s left of you’ll even remember your name!
this it-girl doesn’t clown around! be penny-wise: know you can’t fight me, son
for i’m a straight-up giant; don’t you even think you might be one!
unlike my so-called “husband”, i’m the one who does the playing
while making up this needle-sharp rap song about your coming slaying!
nothing can save you, brother, from an other mother’s rhyming spree;
i’ll gouge your peepers plus your ankle, lock you up, and eat the key!
the background choirs here sing gibberish, but this much is nonsense-free:
you’re living in an other other world if thinking you’ll beat me!
any koumpounophobe will tell you: i’m the biggest b-tton-pusher
though i coat nightmares with sugar, while you’re subtle as a butcher!
gaiman’s wackest wicked witch, i’m worse than stardust’s or the sandman’s
’cause i prey on little kids and pluck their eyes out like the sandman!
count olaf:
listen, mrs. oogie boogie: dissing me’s one risky wager;
were i you, i’d sew my own mouth shut to do us both a favor
cross my path, and i’ll blindside you like some cat’s claws in your face;
prove such a pain in your giraffe-neck that you’ll have to wear a brace!
i need no adder stone to see the holes in all your empty claims
and leave you whiter in the face than my two homegirls from your shame!
like all that you produce, your threat is mere illusion; all for show
and i’m more terrified of sparky as tim burton’s monsters go!
the beldam:
tim burton didn’t make coraline, you sack of rats; what have you snorted?!
“why were you born?” here’s a better question: why weren’t you aborted?
i’m a vicious fairy devilmother, stopping all your motion;
may have one hand down a well, but you’re in deep as any ocean!
count olaf:
though i’ve only just moved in here, you’ll find me quite fast-adapting
but this starving spirit-con-artist’s mimicry’s rather lacking
’cause you’re nothing like my mother! namely, you aren’t even dead
but here, i’ll fix that: time to play some darts; the bullseye is your head!
(*zip!*)
the beldam: gaaaaaaaaahhhh…
(*all color drains from the beldam’s poisoned body, and she crumbles to dust as her created world, entailing everything surrounding both her and her k!ller, begins rapidly collapsing into oblivion as well. seeing this, count olaf frantically tries to find a way out before he too is consumed into nothingness, and locates a newly-opened dimensional portal apparently created as a result of the dying realm’s rapidly growing instability, into which he climbs. he next finds himself floating in a seemingly infinite abyss of shifting colors, abstract shapes and amorphous energies…*)
count olaf:
what cursed manner of dimension’s this, which i must now traverse?
a seething void beyond time-space itself, this must be hell, or worse
yet as i face this fate, i know: my villainy outdoes all others’!
bill cipher:
well, you’ve yet to meet the author of your final chapter, brother!
set out on a cipher hunt, and you’re the one who’ll turn to stone
your frozen form then being discarded; you’re unfit to serve my throne!
once my all-seeing eye’s set upon you, there’s no hiding from my schemes:
you won’t find refuge even in your most vastly fantastic dreams!
your flat act’s boring as my homeworld, and i’ll burn you just the same
straight-nuking your -ss dr. strangelove style, and we’ll not meet again!
a loss you won’t forget if hit by some mcgucket neuralyzer:
next to me, you’re but an infant; no time-travelled giant, either!
your cr-p crew’s weak-willed and faithless; my henchmaniacs are myriad!
in terms of nightmare-fuel, i’m highest-tier on the fearamid!
nobody orders me; my very nature is anarchical:
try fighting this triangle, man, and get smashed into particles!
count olaf:
so, you know lots of things? well, that phrase here means far from “all”
for you don’t grasp your situation’s gravity; you’re gonna fall!
you think the stars’ alignments on your side? i’d deeply beg to differ:
there’s no way you’ll stump this hydra when you couldn’t k!ll little dipper!
journals, hieroglyphs and dollars may all have your image plastered
but i’d say the one place you belong is on a jar of planters
and for all your weirdness, what’s confusing me is showing hate
to he who slew your rival for arch-demon of the oregon state!
bill cipher:
the beldam’s hell-d-mned by your hand, but if you think that earns you slack
you’re bubbled up in olafland, where you’ve a blind eye turned to facts!
yet, you impress me; though this may seem a one-eighty, i’m being honest
thus, i offer you a truce: here, take my hand, and let’s shake on it!
count olaf:
but of course!
bill cipher: ha ha; you fool! i now control your inner-psyche…
…gaaaaaahhh!
count olaf: well now, it seems you’ve found its contents much too spicy!
say your prayers: it’s time to shatter you with one punch like saitama;
bring you back, not even some wack aztec salamander’s gonna
bill cipher: !drow yb gnitanretla ,drawrof srettel eerht ,kcab srettel eerht
(*bang!*)
(*the nightmare realm glitches out and fades away with its master’s destruction, and count olaf is conveniently dropped off back at the battle’s starting location in the human world, much to his delight…*)
count olaf:
clearly, bill didn’t hear my theme song; shouldn’t have looked at utter darkness
now, i’m back home, and it’s settled: no scoundrel out there’s more heartless!
thus, this series of events ends with my hard-earned victory:
no dastard’s mastery beats me!
uncle grizzly:
what about me, grizzly? yeah!
i show kids gruesome tales where children die, and i’m a total- (*inexplicably bursts into flames*)
kefka palazzo:
hwa, ha ha, ho, hoo hoo hoo!
you’re an all-forsaken goner, facing personal apocalypse;
unworthy of sand-licking off the very boots i’ll stomp you with!
an oh-so-wicked-humored, nihilistic intellectual
i unbalanced the earth’s terrains, and shook the skies, celestial!
my tier of sk!ll’s divine; opposing me’s no comedy
’cause when i want to watch the whole world burn, no joke, i do it properly!
i’m last of the empire, and the one-and-only god of ruin:
casting down my light, exposing hope as a facade; illusion!
don’t think me the mere stuff of some caligari freakshow
for i’m far more fierce than any lion: just ask general leo!
gestahl knows well how true villains handle useless, aging posers;
in sheer cruelty, i surp-ss you thrice, nay, make that six times over!
you may be one nasty son of a gorgonian submariner
but my hate, hate, hate, hate, hatred level’s north of roger ebert’s!
gamers screamed out by the hundreds as i laughed at doma’s doom
and if you think your poison plot was worse, then you’re the one on ‘shrooms
count olaf:
that magitek’s screwed up your brain, and you’re without comp-ssion hence
but stop dismissing all self-help, and read up on some fashion sense!
the only diadem you’re worthy of’s your own enslaving crown;
without ted woolsey, you’d just translate to an irritating clown!
kefka palazzo:
the goddess, fiend and demon stood deadlocked until they lost their might to me;
the warring of this dyad, though, will be resolved decisively!
once dancing mad, i can’t be matched; like life, your fight is futile:
i’m an eightfold dragon, elements-imbued, you tiny moogle!
vector’s formidable deputy, from there, my status zoomed:
six-winged angel while that white-haired pretty boy was in the womb!
what i destroyed couldn’t be returned, even when i was slain and crumbled
and the same goes for your roasted ego after this rogue royal rumble!
who won?
who’s next?
i decide!
lemony snicket: …yes, i: lemony snicket. as of right now, this series is permanently under new manageme- gah!
(*punching noises*)
announcer: oh, i’ve got you now, you son of a snickers bar! how dare you try to steal my series from me, you crazy motherf- (*color bars*)
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