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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Epic Rap Battles of History
Epic Rap Battles of History
Performer
Ray William Johnson
Ray William Johnson
Performer
EpicLLOYD
EpicLLOYD
Performer
Peter Shukoff
Peter Shukoff
Performer
Lloyd Ahlquist
Lloyd Ahlquist
Performer
Dante Cimadamore
Dante Cimadamore
Performer
Mike Betette
Mike Betette
Performer
Zach Sherwin
Zach Sherwin
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Shukoff
Peter Shukoff
Songwriter
Lloyd Ahlquist
Lloyd Ahlquist
Songwriter
Zach Sherwin
Zach Sherwin
Songwriter
Dante Cimadamore
Dante Cimadamore
Songwriter
Mike Betette
Mike Betette
Songwriter

Lyrics

Epic Rap Battles of History! Rick Grimes Versus Walter White Begin! Carl, stay back, this is gonna get bad I'm 'bout show this lab rat how to be a real dad A grade-A MC who will ruin your A1 day Cause Sheriff Grimes rhymes dirty like my armpit stains I'm a post-apocalyptic cop who's got a lot of issues Pop a cap in you and splatter the brain you misuse Cooking up Blue Sky and bigger lies for Skyler Hatching little schemes like a dying MacGyver You tore your family apart, sin by sin Where I live, it happens literally, limb from limb So write this down in your pancakes so you won't forget it I kill zombies that are better men than you before breakfast I don't know what you think I've done But if we were to battle, I've already won Ask Gus, you don't wanna face off against me I'll stuff you in a barrel and make a dude smoothie (huaugh!) Your sense of duty gets your group into some deep doody Always getting saved by some samurai booty I'm a kingpin, cookin' crystal in the middle of the day Having dinner by the pool with the DEA Run you over with my Aztek; GTA If you ever try to stop Heisenberg gettin' paid Here's a hot dose, let me watch you choke on the truth You look up to me like I'm a pizza on the roof 'Cause you're a loser, a failure to your whole entire crew I've seen Walter Jr. handle walkers better than you CARL! I said stay back with the others While I finish this bitch like you finished your mother You ain't the danger to me, Walt, so knock all you want I'll watch you get eaten on my fuckin' front lawn Your monsters don't frighten me, and you can bite me I'll be standing right here in my tighty Walter Whities (huaugh!) I'll bury you faster than your partner stole your whole life No one saw Shane coming except for your wife Who won? Who's next? You deci--
Writer(s): Lloyd Leonard Ahlquist, Peter Shukoff, Dante Michael Cimadamore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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