Animaniacs - Rap Battle, Pt. 2 lyrics
[Animaniacs - Rap Battle, Pt. 2 lyrics]
Yo
If Dot was my sister, I'd fire her
And Wakko's even less likeable than Elmyra
Spielberg oughta stick to filming sharks
Not rebooting this reboot of Groucho Marx
Hulu wrote a check and the money beckoned
But The Warners are like a
Bad joke told twice
If you weren't funny the first round
Why would you be the second?
Wanna compare my thirty Grammys to your
Eight Emmys and a Peabody?
You've been put to sleep, kid
It's time to say, "Goodnight, everybody"
Ahem, nice try, pal
But Wakko's wish is I deliver a killer vеrse
I've been blessеd or cursed with
A bottomless lyrical purse
That'll make crowds disperse or worse
Require medical attention
Better get the nurse say goodbye to an easy
Battle and, "Hello, hearse", yeah
I'm zanier than Billy to the max
Leader of the animated maniacs
You, you're the cure for insomniacs
Less fresh than the twenty-year-old
Baloney in my slacks
We can't be axed, like Lazarus
We just keep coming back
We don't need to boast or roast or talk smack
Or rap about women
Bling and record contracts be honest
Be cool and people will respect you
Those are the facts, dude
If Dot was my sister, I'd fire her
And Wakko's even less likeable than Elmyra
Spielberg oughta stick to filming sharks
Not rebooting this reboot of Groucho Marx
Hulu wrote a check and the money beckoned
But The Warners are like a
Bad joke told twice
If you weren't funny the first round
Why would you be the second?
Wanna compare my thirty Grammys to your
Eight Emmys and a Peabody?
You've been put to sleep, kid
It's time to say, "Goodnight, everybody"
Ahem, nice try, pal
But Wakko's wish is I deliver a killer vеrse
I've been blessеd or cursed with
A bottomless lyrical purse
That'll make crowds disperse or worse
Require medical attention
Better get the nurse say goodbye to an easy
Battle and, "Hello, hearse", yeah
I'm zanier than Billy to the max
Leader of the animated maniacs
You, you're the cure for insomniacs
Less fresh than the twenty-year-old
Baloney in my slacks
We can't be axed, like Lazarus
We just keep coming back
We don't need to boast or roast or talk smack
Or rap about women
Bling and record contracts be honest
Be cool and people will respect you
Those are the facts, dude