Beat: Time Machine by Allrounda
EEEEPIC RAP BATTLES OF BIGKIDRANT3!!!! SELLBOTS... VERSUS... LAWBOTS... VERSUS.... CASHBOTS... VERSUS... THE BOSSBOTS!!!! BEGIN!
The Sellbots: Greetings, fellow bots! We’re the Sellbots here to battle,
the OCD money freaks, some overachievers and some fancy golf prattle!
Glad Hander: We’d love to hand it to ya! That deserves a nice slap on the back!
The Mingler: We’re not interested in your charges, Sharky! We’ll Pummel you, and that’s a fact!
Mover and Shaker: Shaking this battle up with my quaking and shaking,
been an all-star rapper while you three types were sitting around and debating!
The Sellbots: You want to shift, Spinny Steve? Here, try our Mingler’s paradigm!
Two-Face: Up against us? You’re gonna have to get the Sellbot EVIL EYE!
Cold Caller: Our disses are almost as cold as my double-talking tactics!
Telemarketer: You need small business loans? Well, you can have them!
The Sellbots: Worthy of our throne? We’re the original HQ owners outside of the garden!
Name Dropper: Looks like you cashed up! Time to steal your credit charges?
Did I mention I know Sir Max?
The Sellbots: We’re on the top of the bracket!
Mover and Shaker: You’re in my spot, Law-phonies! So move it, or lose it!
You feel a little shaken, need of some fixing up in rhyme!
The Sellbots: Fortunately for you three loser types, your shifts are just clipped-on paradigms!
CHANGE BEAT TO COUNT TRAPULA BY TRISTAN ON THE TRACK
The Cashbots: We’re the Cashbots, taking in your debt and replacing it with levies!
We’ll bounce your checks and snap your necks! I hope your Seller-bots are ready!
Bean Counter: I’ve been researching these three phonies and counting their beans,
but it seems to me like you’re gonna have to PAY through fucking with me!
Loan Shark: Not interested in my charges? Well, two can play hardball!
I’ll chomp and bite you and scatter your remains like a book of “Where’s Waldo?”
Money Bags: It’s not all about the money? The chunky, fresh money!
Call me Donald Trump,
Bean Counter: ‘Cuz you’re all getting FIRED tonight, sonnies!
Penny Pincher: Pinching all your pennies, because unlike you two, I actually care,
The Cashbots: About how much money we’ve spent and we do it quite fairly!
Cold Caller? You’re too cold! Mind if we get you an ice pack or two?
Short Change: Freeze us all you want, but as a matter of fact, we’re going to defeat you!
Number Cruncher: We didn’t cash up! We dried in like those goji berries you want to sell!
You know Sir Max?
The Cashbots: I bet you break the law as well!
Loan Shark: Me and my bros are tight, wad, you’re all just tightwads!
Tightwad: Straw-Fly nihilists won’t make it
The Cashbots: Through the money squad!
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The Lawbots: We’re the Lawbots! Too quick on the law, arresting you all for foul rapping!
Bouncing our checks? We’ll sue you for ranting and ranting about your yapping!
Ambulance Chaser: Loan Shark, Loan Shark, causing people to lose their trust?
Back Stabber: You stabbed people in the back, but that’s my job, you bub!
I’ll file you a restraining order! Don’t come 20 miles near me!
Spin Doctor: Want to file a complaint? Well, you’re gonna have to get through me!
I do want to shift, thank you very much! SHIFT YOU ALL TO BITS!
Ambulance Chaser: Want to call you Donald Trump? No wonder why you’re balding!
Legal Eagle: (CAAWW!) Dropping fresh rhymes so cool they make all your rhymes deemed illegal!
These medieval Bowgart’s couldn’t dare come near us or else we’ll pull you off the market, BALD EAGL-
wait! I already am one and I’ll have this battle won for me and my peeps!
The Lawbots: These numbers you’re crunching cannot compare to the medical troubles we’ve caused in just one week!
Big Wig: I’m the big wig of the block, beating me is illegal in this nation.
You’re all due for jury duty! Time for you all to be arrested!
Double Talker: Gee, like I was glad to see the hander,
Bottom Feeder: Until we realized that it
Bloodsucker: Wasn’t a very ordinary sight!
Justice will be served on this court,
The Lawbots: And on the mic!
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The Bossbots: These lower tier cogs think they’re so sophisticated because they have the skills to make
us crying and leaving? Well then, we’ll pummel you down like a birthday cake!
We’re the true OG’s of the game! The original masters of the game.
We’ll rewrite you in time and then school you all in fresh rhymes to get us all to fame!
Head Hunter: I’m bringing home your heads for dinner! Feeling a little shrinkage?
Bloodsucker? Suck on this! You’ll need a lot of legal help to survive this!
Corporate Raider: These three blind types over yonder glen,
can go despise a sweet maiden, you’ll never get here again!
Downsizer: (fast) Making my way to the bossing department
of these redundant types trying to step into my boss market!
These illegible, fallible, government scams,
ain’t nothing compared to the skills we have!
Bean Counter, don’t get your fancy hat in a knot,
like Fort Knox on the door of the money that you bought,
illegally from black markets across the CogNation!
The Big Cheese: You’re really teeing us off!
The Bossbots: Need a bit more information?
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Factory Foreman: Watching over these failure cogs smoking on a factory line.
I’m the foreman of this rap-machine, I’ll eat you all up like lunchtime!
The Downsizer can talk fast? Well then rap fast to this!
(fast) You’re a bean counting, downsizing disgrace of mankind who claims that he’s a god although he’s really a bitch!
The Mint Supervisor: I am the Mint Supervisor. Care me to say more?
I’ll beat out your little Mr. Hollywood’s with just one simple FORE!
Sell me goji’s all you want, but the only goji’s you’ll get,
are the mary janes you smoke when your life’s in major debt.
The District Attorney’s Clerk: (sighs) You all don’t understand on the road we’ll pave.
But instead of course, you had to bring our big title to our graves.
The toon forces are getting stronger and their devices are way smarter!
So what are we even doing here? Come on, we have to fight harder!
The Club President: You wannabe warrior therapist! I’ve got you in a barricade!
You can’t sue me! After all, we’re two members of the same robot race.
I’m the big bad boss of this big bad battle rap.
Tell your bones to stay in your shell, bitch! Out-rap to that!
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The Director of Ambush Marketing: ENOUGH! I’ve had it with all you pesky servant mice!
I’m the true alpha boss! So you can all go run away and hide in fright.
Club President? No, thank you! As a director, I’m cutting you out!
Mint supervisor? Get a chewable mint because your raps are quite foul!
These Sellbots over here can go back to telemarketing the toons!
Get beaten up by them all day in night with no fragile review!
Cashbots can go back to charging people mortgage rates on their real estate!
But the only thing real about you eight is that you can’t seem to overpopulate!
Lawbots, get a grip! Law school is all over for you!
You’re acting all snooty and act like you have a higher IQ?
The best you’ve got in your systems are level 12 skeletons!
WHILE I’M THE LEVEL 50 WITH 2560 HP WITH SUPREME MARKETING!
Come on! We’re a team, guys! Let’s not overreact about it!
Any Toon who steps to us, we’ll give some positive reinforcement!
This battle is pointless, so let’s bury the hatchet!
So what if the game crashes? It’s still fun around the planet!
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Sir Max: (evil laughter Fun around the planet? Not this time!)
I am Sir Max, the maximum owner of your mints unstoppably!
The evil land-owner of all your intellectual property!
SO GET BACK TO WORK! This is my time you’re wasting!
I didn’t steal you all for billions so you could play around debating!
You no longer belong to Disney, you’re all just products to me!
SO DO WHAT YOU DO BEST AND EXPLODE DOWN FOR ME!
Toons wanting to do Storm Sellbot but have to beat Oldman? I WON’T LET THEM!
Glitches causing my game to crash? I WON’T FIX THEM!
If I can steal Mickey Mouse’s ears, Donald’s Ducks boat and still be off the hook,
than it’s obvious that the winner is none other than me, you kooks!
CLEARLY, there’s NOBODY near me!
I’m OWNING this battle! But wait, I REWROTE YOUR WHOLE SERIES!
So get right onto the Toontown bandwagon, cogs, but don’t rock it!
I’ll put you all in a sweatshop with no green in your pockets!
I don’t care if I’m a criminal, I’m only doing it for myself!
NOW JOIN ME NOW, FILTHY PEASANTS! OR YOU’RE ALL GOING TO ROBO-HELL!
Announcer: Who won? Who’s next? You decide.. I guess... I don’t even know anymore..... EPIC..... (oh why am I still in this position?)
Sir Max: GET BACK TO ANNOUNCING, FACELESS!
Announcer: frightened for all that is holy RAP BATTLES OF BIGKIDRANT3!!!!!!!