Gridline Studios, Mr. Tibbs, Zawesome - Michael Myers vs Mike Myers lyrics
[Gridline Studios, Mr. Tibbs, Zawesome - Michael Myers vs Mike Myers lyrics]
Gridline Rap Battles michael Myers
Vs mike Myers
Begin
Happy Halloween all Hallows Eve
When Michael's on the scene
All who follow dream of the precedent
The legacy I carried on my back
That no goalie or roasty toasty
Ghostie can try to match
While your legacy was capped
By some animated trash
Meant to latch and piggyback
Off a better studio
Can't make another movie, though got moody
Ask the cast this cat is a batshit hack
With the hat trick of bad
Flicks crashing your whole career
It won't move as slow as me
When the end is nеar
And, with Shrek in the rear viеw mirror
You fell flat
Plus your improv isn't funny, didn't laugh
Mr powers, there's no room for you I'm afraid
If you're looking to spit sick, it's too late
I've sent a killer on the
Mic to kill you quick
"Well I'm afraid, doctor, he
Can't spit" Well, shit
So let's use some hindsight are
You really that iconic?
It's hard to find a best list with
Even your first movie on it
It's not like there's new hit's
By, like, your sixth, it's all hollow
No matter how bad the new flicks blow
Shit follows
Like, sure, you're the basis for the
Rest, now you're a joke, a mess
Just a silly bitch, comedic fluff at best
I speak for a generation it's mean
But it's gotta be said
I beg, after this time, stay fucking dead
Made cherished characters
The love grew without you
Became sellouts, too then they fell out, too
Boxed up in the attic
You tried to go dramatic
Then proceeded to shit out movies
In the discount rack it's pathetic
You has-been neurotic nutcase on
Your last grace shrek rose from the grave
Letting you save yellow face
No matter the timeline
I can never be stopped
Just like how you always make classic films
Not
It's quite sad when an indie series
Sells out for a buck
Because your new stuff's like Pizza Hut
They fucking suck
Let's be real: The classics are
Trash there's no flash, pizzazz
To the gashing
Blood splashing supposed to be cool slashing
Career revered, look at my shelf
(I got gooooooold)
No longer fun, collects dust on the shelf
(you got oooooooold) because you're boring
Relevance tied to YouTube rants
Your rhymes have become tiresome now we dance
Who won? Who's next?
You decide
Gridline Rap B- (announcer gets killed)
Vs mike Myers
Begin
Happy Halloween all Hallows Eve
When Michael's on the scene
All who follow dream of the precedent
The legacy I carried on my back
That no goalie or roasty toasty
Ghostie can try to match
While your legacy was capped
By some animated trash
Meant to latch and piggyback
Off a better studio
Can't make another movie, though got moody
Ask the cast this cat is a batshit hack
With the hat trick of bad
Flicks crashing your whole career
It won't move as slow as me
When the end is nеar
And, with Shrek in the rear viеw mirror
You fell flat
Plus your improv isn't funny, didn't laugh
Mr powers, there's no room for you I'm afraid
If you're looking to spit sick, it's too late
I've sent a killer on the
Mic to kill you quick
"Well I'm afraid, doctor, he
Can't spit" Well, shit
So let's use some hindsight are
You really that iconic?
It's hard to find a best list with
Even your first movie on it
It's not like there's new hit's
By, like, your sixth, it's all hollow
No matter how bad the new flicks blow
Shit follows
Like, sure, you're the basis for the
Rest, now you're a joke, a mess
Just a silly bitch, comedic fluff at best
I speak for a generation it's mean
But it's gotta be said
I beg, after this time, stay fucking dead
Made cherished characters
The love grew without you
Became sellouts, too then they fell out, too
Boxed up in the attic
You tried to go dramatic
Then proceeded to shit out movies
In the discount rack it's pathetic
You has-been neurotic nutcase on
Your last grace shrek rose from the grave
Letting you save yellow face
No matter the timeline
I can never be stopped
Just like how you always make classic films
Not
It's quite sad when an indie series
Sells out for a buck
Because your new stuff's like Pizza Hut
They fucking suck
Let's be real: The classics are
Trash there's no flash, pizzazz
To the gashing
Blood splashing supposed to be cool slashing
Career revered, look at my shelf
(I got gooooooold)
No longer fun, collects dust on the shelf
(you got oooooooold) because you're boring
Relevance tied to YouTube rants
Your rhymes have become tiresome now we dance
Who won? Who's next?
You decide
Gridline Rap B- (announcer gets killed)