Lyrics Epic Rap Battles Of History

Epic Rap Battles Of History

Terminator vs Robocop

[RoboCop]

Freeze

I suggest you use your right to remain silent

Before I show your Gobot ass some Detroit violence

I'm like an X-Wing commander cause I stay on target

I take over these streets like I'm a farmers market

I wonder where the Cyberdyne research went

That they couldn't fix your funky Hans and Franz accent

They sent you back to kill a child, but he's defeating you still

They should have made a time-travelling morning after pill

And I didn't think I had any feelings left inside me

But my heart was surely broken after Terminator 3

I'm RoboCop, and I got the flow to beat roided out C-3PO

I got the mic control like alt delete

Your move, creep

[Terminator]

Wrong

I have detailed files on the conclusion of your trilogy

That movie failed Detroit worse than the automotive industry!

I am T-800 Cyberdyne Systems Model 101

And I'll be sweeping up your robo-bits like paperclips when I'm done

My rapping attack is a massive dispatch of bazookas and gats and grenades

That rapidly bashes your brains and dismantles that puny peashooter that fits in your leg

We're not the same

You peel away my perfect skin you find super computers

You look like Krang wearing a cold-pressed juicer

They left off your balls when your suit was created

[Ellen Murphy]

I still love you, Alex

[Terminator]

Bullshit

Your sex life is terminated

Based on my detailed analysis of the lyrical structure of battle raps

It's time for your next shit verse, and then I'll be back

[RoboCop]

You don't know love, you don't know honor

You only know a programmed robot boner for John Connor

(Uh!) OCP gave me the skills to wreck this

I can't help it if I'm fresh

It's my prime directive

[Terminator]

I'll punch through your face hole and rip out your vocal chords

Then mail your space helmet back to Geordi La Forge!

[RoboCop]

Nice try, but I'm too quick on the draw

What can go wrong for you will, creep; Murphy's Law

[Terminator]

Chill out, dick wad, your emotions are wrecking your flow

I couldn't find a decent rhyme in your line if I was in search mode

You're too slow, I blow more steam through machines than a barista

It's Judgement Day, baby; Hasta la vista