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Epic Rap Battles of History
Steven Spielberg vs alfred Hitchcock, begin

Picture a child sitting next to a projector
Learning from your films to become
A much better director
Now picture a three billion
Dollar dream machine
Who can block bust all over
Your crop duster scene!
Try to Duel with me Alfred, ya must be Psycho
I'll bring back JAWS and take
A bite of your Lifeboat
I'm Always so on the top of my game
I get the Vertigo my jet's in the Terminal
Waiting for me to Murder! ya
I rocked the Academy and the DGA
You rock as many Oscars as
That schlep Michael Bay
Next time you're filling up those jowls
With three steaks and soufflé
Check the trade
See me Amblin to my next big play
I produce cartoons and made
Games for all ages
You produce Jimmy Stewart making
One of two faces maybe next time I visit
You'll be a bit more gracious
Now kiss my full moon and
Just bask in my greatness!

That was a Close Encounter of the Turd Kind
But there won't be a pretty ending this time
Half your billions should go to John Williams
Now brace yourself as I reveal my brilliance
I'm the master of suspense, so intense
No defense against Hitchcock once he presents
My skill is enormous
Orchestrate brilliant performance
You're more horrible than Megan
Fox's acting in Transformers come on
Fish puppets and Muppets to stir the fears up
I squeeze screams out of chocolate syrup
I'm the best mamma-jamma ever
Stood behind the camera
Damage panderers and haunt you
Like the last Indiana

Cut! Gimme a Tylenol, stop rhyming, y'all
Alfred, you got no style dawg
I'm the king of dialogue
There's only one movie I know you from
And I've seen more blood in the shower
When I stubbed my toe in one
You tried to fight in World War
One but couldn't do that
The British Army wouldn't let you join
'cause you were too fat
Look it up, it's a true fact, Wikipedia that
Now allow me to attack Steven the hack
Due to War of the Worlds a
Failure's what I label you
It looked like some sell-out bullshit
Michael Bay would do
Ask anybody "What's your favorite
Sam Jackson part?"
No one's gonna say "What's his name
From Jurassic Park?"
Scripts that I write ain't the cleanest
(Fuck)
But when I grip mics I'm the meanest (Dick)
Quentin Tarantino is a genius
A bad motherfucker from the
Wallet to the penis

Genius is a powerful word
But there's no reason to use it
'Less you're talking about the Kubrick
Then there's really nothing to it
Every thing I do is visionary
Every single frame a painting made exactly
How I wanna make it
Do another take and get it right
A hundred-twenty-seven times
I'll make you learn to love me, I'm the bomb
Drop ultra-violent rhymes
Like Clockwork, make you all hurt
Beat Spielberg the Color Purple
AI is the worst waste of
Potential since the Ninja Turtles

That's enough
I've heard enough crap from all of you
Why don't I come down there and show
You what a real star can do?
I swoop low with the
Telephoto, no Bruckheimer, i work solo
If there's one thing I've learned, bitch
This game is about motherfucking money
I make that dollar, y'all
Motherfucking money
Even make Mark Wahlberg make
Some motherfucking money
I set up shop and got a few
Drops of that Got Milk money
Rose to The Rock
Now I got that socks made of silk money
I ain't got that guilt money
I don't give a fuck
I take my checks to the bank and
I sign 'em with my nuts
I give the people what they love
While the critics say I'm evil
Got no time to read reviews
While I'm working on the sequel
Got a gift from above
And the eyes of an eagle
When it comes to blowing up

No director is my equal who won? Who's next?
You decide
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