Guy Fawkes vs the Joker. rap battle. by fightmarker.

Rap Battle (It's fanmade, but still pretty cool!)

Guy Fawkes

Versus

The Joker

En garde, draw your weapons, jester

No Gag Gifts or Laugh Mist, I demand better

I've seen you selling burgers, you'll wish to fight Fieri then

'Cuz I'm about to Drive In my sword right through that scary grin

I get the '19 flick, though my mind is curious

I just have one question: why so serious?

At the end of this, you'll have a rope around your neck

Before I deal with a King, I'll take a Joker out the deck

This Caped Crew-Traitor fails in his attempts to mock me

Wait, John Johnson's a dick? Huh, shocking

When I go to prison, I don't get a day, Skippy

They only gave you November 'cuz you're dressed for Thanksgiving

Captured for your dud plot of bombing the Protestants

Hung, drawn, and quartered, but you used your own common sense

'Cuz instead of facing it, you snapped your own neck on a whim

You handle bars just about as well as Robin did

Surprised James thought to cut your arms and your legs

'Cuz with that mustache and beard, I'd say "off with his head"

And as my verse concludes, Remember, Remember

After a Long Halloween comes the 5th of November

Recycled, repackaged, rebranded old stories

With fans just as rancid as this mad dick before me

I would think by now you're used to knowing when an act's done

From the comic stands to when this comic stands up

Can't be compared, as far as penmanship goes

If they gave me a pencil, they'd get lead to the dome

Snitching on your crew, 'cuz the torture was ungodly

Turning Gunpowder Posses to Suicide Squadies

It seems you forgot, so I'll be your informant

Even Batman broke his one rule for Leto's performance

I ran with and mass with a pack of my catholics

You Danced with the Devil into vats of acid

Harley was a psychologist when they locked you

Now you punch her 'til she blends in with her costume

How is it that you make the asylum seem safer?

With such a Bad Romance, it fits who will play her

I feel sympathy, your past must be wretched...

...is what I would say, if it actually meant shit

You make up your trauma like actor's prosthetics

This clown isn't funny, he's sad and pathetic

Thought you had barrels loaded, but you leave me puzzled

I've seen more gunpowder used aimed at the Wayne's couple

They tortured this sad sack, sliced off his nuts clean

Now you're V for Vagina, and women aren't funny

Your little plan went to shit all because you couldn't light a torch

Now they mock and parade dozen symbols of your lifeless corpse

And that day every year is how you are known

A fitting punchline for a failed Killing Joke

Who won?

Who's next?

This was made in 100 hours!

Rap Ba—

Would you like to see a magic trick?

Stay the fuck away from me

Bitch!

I don't even fucking do these types of outros

And I see why, bitch