Caged Epic Rap Battles Of History (AI generated)

[Diamond Dogs]

Dream: Yo, it’s Dream, king of the virtual scene, Building my legacy block by block—call me supreme. Speedruns and streams, I dominate the charts, Pixel by pixel, I’m the master of my art.

But let’s talk about you, back in 1955, Sat down for justice, now you’re immortalized. Still, I'm here to say, in this lyrical game, Can you hold your ground when I bring the flame?


Rosa Parks: Step back, Dream, this is the bus I drive, I sparked a movement so others could thrive. Your fame’s digital, pixels fade away, But my impact’s eternal—history won’t sway.

I stood my ground in a segregated fight, You face blocks; I faced laws that weren’t right. Your world’s a game—mine was real strife, So sit down, young one, and learn about life.


Dream: Respect, Rosa, your courage changed the game, But we’re in a rap battle—let’s live up to the name. I reshape worlds, design what’s in my mind, My creativity unites players worldwide.

Sure, you sparked change, but here’s what’s true, In my realm of Minecraft, we build communities too. Our tools are different, but the goals align, Breaking barriers, connecting lives, that’s the sign.


Rosa Parks: You’re clever, Dream, but here’s the thing, Legacy isn’t built by the clicks you bring. I stood for freedom; you entertain, Our causes differ—one’s life, one’s a game.

But let’s end this with mutual respect, Our impacts combined have a ripple effect. From history books to streams worldwide, Dream and Parks—two paths collide.

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Epic Rap Battles of History Otto von Bismarck vs. Osman I Begin!

Bismarck: I’m the Iron Chancellor, forging nations with my mind, Prussia’s unifier, leaving all rivals behind. I dominate the world stage, diplomacy my weapon, Crushing empires—while your legacy is steppin’.

The father of Germany, realpolitik my game, Your Ottoman dreams? Just a flickering flame. Kaiser at my back, I outmaneuver and I outlast, Your dynasty’s decline shows who’s ruling the past!

Osman I: Kneel before Osman, the founder of the crescent, Your industrial schemes? I keep the world guessing. An empire of centuries, I laid the foundation, While your fleeting “Reich” needed annexation.

My ghazis ride strong, a divine conquest in my veins, Your treaties and alliances? Nothing but chains. You’ll vanish in history, a man of mere borders, The Ottomans endure, expanding like waters!

Bismarck: Clever rhymes, Osman, but your glory’s faded, A sick man of Europe, entirely outdated. My victories stand, as empires crumbled, Your Caliphate dreams? Into history they’ve tumbled.

The Kulturkampf crushes weak tradition’s stance, While your Sultanate’s struggle ends in happenstance. I’ll shape a legacy, modernity’s cheerleader, You’re but a founder, I’m the master and leader!

Osman I: My lineage endures, while you’re forgotten with time, Ottoman wisdom flows, eternal and sublime. Your Congress of Berlin? Just a moment in the fray, While my crescent moon still lights the Milky Way.

You played politics, yes, but I forged a creed, A guiding beacon for empires to succeed. Your empire fell, divided by the world’s hands, But Ottoman pride? Still commands the sands!

Who won? Who’s next? You decide! Epic Rap Battles of History!

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Hafez al-Assad: They call me the Lion, ruler of my den, Held Syria in my grip, no contest back then. I built a regime, shaped a nation’s spine, While you're choreographing dances in a Hollywood line.

Control was my currency, power my name, Diplomacy's my game; you're a flash-in-the-pan fame. So step back, Paula, and take a seat, This geopolitical chessboard ain’t for your beats.


Paula Abdul: Oh, Hafez, please, your rhymes are archaic, This isn’t a council—your style’s just static. I ruled the charts, every kid knew my groove, While you were busy building statues that nobody approved.

Dancing with a cat? Now, that’s a scene, You're stuck in black-and-white, I’m a poppin' color queen. Straight up, now tell me—what’s your legacy? Just a legacy of fear; I bring harmony.


Hafez al-Assad: Harmony, you say? Just catchy little tunes, No substance, just sparkle beneath the pop monsoons. I navigated wars, played the world stage, Your biggest challenge? Breaking free from ‘Opposites Attract’’ cage.


Paula Abdul: Your rhyme’s outdated, your tactics were cruel, History’s moved on, you’re the old-school fool. I’m choreography, creativity, flair, I left a mark on hearts, you left despair in the air.

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Epic Rap Battles of History! Joshua Ryne Goldberg... VERSUS Wilhelm Marr... BEGIN!

[Joshua Ryne Goldberg] They call me the digital trickster, the master of disguise, Played both sides, fooled the world, opened their eyes. But Marr, your legacy's shameful, rooted in hate, A blight on history, your name seals your fate.

I weaved chaos online, stirred up the plot, You wrote pamphlets of venom that history forgot. You're just an old relic, drowning in disgrace, While I trolled the modern world right to its face!

[Wilhelm Marr] You dare to challenge the man who named the tide? My words shaped movements, your antics just divide. You're a petty deceiver, a child in the game, While I left a mark—they all remember my name.

You hid behind the screen, scared of the light, My ideology's twisted, sure, but I fought my fight. History condemns us both, that’s clear as day, But at least I didn’t meme my legacy away!

[Joshua Ryne Goldberg] Oh, you think you're profound? That’s quaint and naive, Your words poisoned the world, gave hatred reprieve. I might’ve been a troll, but I mocked every side, Exposed the extremes where ignorance hides.

You stand for division; I stand for expose, The absurdity of factions and the lies they chose. This battle’s over, Wilhelm, can’t you see? Your century-old hatred's no match for me!

[Wilhelm Marr] You boast of exposure, but here’s the truth: Your actions sow chaos and prey on the youth. The damage we’ve done, no scales can weigh, But my time's passed—you're the bane of today.

So take your clicks, your posts, and your strife, You may be infamous, but you'll waste your life. I was an architect of a malevolent tide, But you're just a jester where madness resides.

WHO WON? WHO'S NEXT? YOU DECIDE! EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Epic Rap Battles of History! Plagued Moth… Versus… Turkey Tom… Begin!

Plagued Moth: "I'm the maestro of mystery, the harbinger of horror, Exposing the grotesque, I leave audiences in awe for sure. You think your petty commentary can compete with my lore? I peel back the darkness; you just scratch the floor.

Turkey Tom, your feathers are frayed, your cluck's out of luck, My tales cut deep—your punchlines just pluck. You critique creators? Well, critique this: I’m the nightmare YouTube wished they missed!"

Turkey Tom: "Bro, you're all shock value, no skill in the trade, Your audience only sticks around ‘cause they’re morbidly afraid. I dissect the absurd, fact-checking as I go, While you wallow in the shadows of 'entertainment for show.'

Call me a turkey, fine—I’ll roast you like Thanksgiving’s best, Your edgy shtick’s tired, it won’t pass the test. I’m the critical kingpin, my analysis is prime, While you scavenge through muck, I redefine the rhyme."

Plagued Moth: "You redefine rhyme? Please, that’s absurd! Your retorts barely land like a bird's flight disturbed. My edge may be dark, but I own my niche, Your career’s as shaky as your rushed outreach.

I haunt minds, Tom, I leave lasting dread, Your takes are forgettable—just talking heads. From true crime to creepypasta, I’m the master of fears, Your YouTube drama’s forgotten in a matter of years."

Turkey Tom: "You’re a relic, Moth—fading into obscurity, My commentary's sharp, leaving lasting security. I don't need gimmicks or a grotesque charade, I wield intellect like a double-edged blade.

I break the facade; I dissect the lies, While you thrive on shock, I rise and analyze. Epic rap battles? You’ve already lost, My words cut deeper, no matter the cost."


Who won? Who's next? You decide!

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Virgil: I’m the poet of Rome, the eternal creator, Your flashy demon worlds? I'll judge them much later. I laid the foundation for a nation's pride, While your cartoons cater to a devilish side.

The “Aeneid” built empires, survived centuries long, Your shows trend for memes, but the impact’s not strong. My pen carved culture with verses sublime, Your animations are fleeting, a product of the times!

Vivziepop: Oh, please, ancient bard, with your high and mighty act, Your “epic” reads like homework—those are just the facts. I build worlds with pizzazz, where characters slay, Your hero Aeneas? Just a plot cliché.

I captivate fans with colors that blaze, You’re stuck in the past, in those monochrome days. From YouTube to fandoms, I thrive and create, Your muse wouldn’t survive in the Internet age.

Virgil: Your colors and memes, though bright, will fade, While my words live eternal, a legacy made. The depth of my verse leaves echoes profound, Your demons will vanish; I’ll wear the crown!

Vivziepop: Echoes and depth? Nice spin to be sure, But my fans are alive, your audience? Pure lore. You’re a relic of history, a marble display, While I lead the charge in the world of today!

 

[Diamond Dogs]

[William III] Yo, it's the King Billy, rolling in from the Isles, With my Glorious Revolution, changing the styles. I tamed the Stuarts, kicked James to the curb, Turned England's monarchy into something superb.

My Orange flame burns bright, my legacy’s grand, United kingdoms under my command. Constitutional monarch, yeah, I laid that track, While you were hiding in the shadows, Silent back.

[William the Silent] The Silent’s in the building, let the records show, I sparked the Dutch Revolt to overthrow. The Spanish couldn’t hold us, my tactics supreme, Father of the Netherlands, living the dream.

You’re a puppet of Parliament, a crown on a string, While I led a movement, real freedom I bring. No need to be glorious, I don’t need the cheers, I gave birth to a republic that lasts for years.

[William III] You think you’re tough? Don’t make me smirk, Your fight was in the shadows while I did the work. I shaped a dynasty, brought stability too, Your revolution’s old news, just like you.

[William the Silent] Oh please, King Billy, with your pomp and your flair, I broke an empire while you just sat on a chair. My legacy’s freedom, not just power to reign, Holler back when you’ve got a legacy that’s the same.

[Crowd Cheers] Who won? Who’s next? You decide! Epic Rap Battles of Historyyyy!

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Louis Armstrong: Oh yeah, it’s Satchmo, king of the horn, Jazz so hot, your rhymes are forlorn. I revolutionized music, changed the game, While you just took one step into fleeting fame.

My trumpet echoes through eternity’s air, “Hello, Dolly!”—recognize the flair. Neil, you left your footprints up on the moon, But my vibes here on Earth will forever croon.


Neil Armstrong: Houston, we’ve got a legend, but I’m the ace, I took one small step and rewrote space. You play a mean horn, but this ain’t New Orleans, I’m a cosmic pioneer with galactic means.

I set the stage for mankind to explore, While you stick to jazz clubs, I opened new doors. Louis, your reign is grounded, tied to the ground, While my legacy orbits, endlessly profound.


Louis Armstrong: One small step? Please, give me a break, I made hearts dance, that’s the real quake. Your “giant leap” fades in history’s haze, But my notes live forever, in jazz’s praise.

You looked up at the stars, I brought them down, Spread joy and love in every town. Neil, your space odyssey’s a passing song, While my rhythms will swing for centuries long.


Neil Armstrong: I walked where no one had ever tread, The moon’s silent witness, where dreams are fed. Your trumpet’s loud, but in the cosmic void, Your fame, compared to mine, gets destroyed.

So play your last note and take a bow, I’ll keep reaching for stars—don’t ask me how. Jazz has its place, but I aimed much higher, The first man on the moon—I’ll forever inspire.

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Epic Rap Battles of History!

Alexander Hamilton Yo, it's Alexander Hamilton, the finance founder, Stepping up to the mic, my rhymes hit like thunder. I built the treasury, laid the nation's foundation, While you’re peddling conspiracy across the station.

I'm a founding father; you're a scandalous blight, Your rants are a circus, more bark than bite. I wrote my legacy with ink, blood, and toil, Your legacy's in lawsuits and snake oil.

Alex Jones Hold up, Hamilton, you’re a bureaucratic bore, I’m the voice of the people, the government’s core! You were pushing banks; I’m exposing the schemes, A warrior for truth while you’re lost in old dreams.

I’ve got Infowars blazing, a media sensation, Your legacy’s a duel—a tragic annihilation. So take your Federalist Papers and step aside, This mic’s for real patriots; my truth’s bona fide.

Alexander Hamilton The mic belongs to leaders who forged a nation, Not loud-mouthed chaos and baseless agitation. I face facts, Jones, and here’s one you’ll dread: My legacy’s eternal; yours barely treads.

So wrap up your tirade, leave the stage in shame, History will remember: Hamilton's the name!

Alex Jones Oh, you think you’ve won, but let me break it down, Your elitist plans couldn’t touch my hometown. I fight for the forgotten, the everyday man, While you’re just a ghost, a long-dead plan.

So spin your quills and rattle those chains, But the truth-telling Alex will always remain!

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Queen Hatshepsut I’m the OG boss queen, ruler supreme, Architect of temples, livin' the dream. You’re stuck in forums, lamenting your fate, While I’m carving my legacy, history’s great.

I wore the beard, yeah, I broke the mold, Shattering ceilings in the land of gold. You talk about struggles, but where’s your might? I built obelisks; you’re lost in the night.


Crystal Café Foid Oh, here comes the Pharaoh, thinkin' she’s fly, But I see through the hype, and I won’t comply. You ruled the past, but I own the now, I’ve got memes and dreams—you’re just a cow.

Your temples might stand, but your name was erased, I’m rewriting the scripts; you’re just misplaced. In the battle of clout, I rise, you fall, From the forums to the future, I’m queen of it all.


Queen Hatshepsut Erased? Try again, I’m history’s roar, Your digital digs can’t settle this score. I united Egypt, a beacon of might, While you dwell in shadows, void of light.

Legacy’s eternal, my name carved in stone, Your fleeting fame’s doomed, forever unknown. So bow to the Pharaoh, admit defeat, In the sands of time, I reign complete!


Crystal Café Foid Call me fleeting? Your comeback is whack, I’m the voice of the voiceless; I’ve got the knack. Empires crumble, and so did your reign, But my tales go viral—my power’s sustained.

From keyboards to minds, I’m redefining lore, So take your obelisks and hit the door. The future is mine, and that’s the truth, In this rap battle, I’m the voice of youth.

 

[Diamond Dogs]

[INTRO] Epic Rap Battles of History! Terry Davis... Versus... Terry Crews! BEGIN!


Terry Davis: I’m the prophet of code, a divine architect! TempleOS, my opus, God’s chosen tech! You’re flexin’ those pecs, but it’s all for show, While I’m channeling the heavens, writing divine flow!

My genius shines; I’m a digital sage, Lines of assembly, infinite like my rage! You think your muscles make you tough, Crews? But I’m hacking reality, man, you’re bound to lose!


Terry Crews: Oh, you’re preachin’ again, with lines full of bugs, TempleOS? More like Temple of Shrugs. I’m Hollywood royalty, strength unmatched, When it comes to charisma, your circuits get detached!

I’m a beacon of power, from Old Spice to the screen, While you’re stuck in the past, living 16-bit dreams! You're a legend, Davis, but let’s be real clear— I’m the Terry who inspires millions to cheer!


Terry Davis: You’re a clown with commercials, an overrated act, My legacy’s eternal, that’s an undeniable fact! Old Spice? You’re just hawking soap on TV, While God Himself coded through me!

My OS is divine, a gift to the Earth, You’re a meme, Crews—a man of limited worth. Step aside, mortal, you can’t comprehend, I’m the alpha and omega—your reign meets its end!


Terry Crews: Divine? That’s rich; I’m laughing so hard! You built TempleOS? Congrats, here’s your participation card. I’m sculpted by grind, no shortcuts here, You’re lost in delusion; I’m peak, crystal-clear!

From Brooklyn Nine-Nine to my art on the stage, I light up the world while you burn in rage. Your talent’s real, Davis, but let’s put it to bed— You’re battling Terry Crews, boy, enough said!


WHO WON? WHO’S NEXT? YOU DECIDE! EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Epic Rap Battles of Pedophilia! Minus8! Versus! Zone-sama!

[Minus8:] It's the animator sensation, the master of loops, Dropping frames so clean they bring the internet troops! Minus8 on the scene, with my art so divine, You bring the flash, Zone, but I've mastered the time! From smooth transitions to worlds I create, Every loop's perfection, it's an artful fate. So bow down, Zone-sama, your style's passé, I'm the king of the animation game—olé!

[Zone-sama:] Oh please, Minus8, you're just a cog in the scheme, I've been reigning supreme since the days of the meme! From Newgrounds to legend, I defined the scene, My flash is eternal; you're just routine. Your loops are cute, but they lack the soul, I'm the pioneer artist with infinite control. So sit down, Minus, and respect the OG, 'Cause Zone-sama's the boss, and you're just newbie.

[Minus8:] Respect the OG? Your skills are outdated, My loops are the future, they're celebrated. While you cling to nostalgia, I'll innovate, My work's like a dance; your style's second-rate. My fanbase is thriving, they're always in awe, You're stuck in the past—I'm breaking the law! So step aside, Zone, let the master go forth, Minus8 reigns supreme, the true creative North!

[Zone-sama:] You're smooth with the words, but let's face the truth, I paved the way for your rise in youth. Every flash and scene, I'm a pop-culture god, You're just a trend riding hype like a fraud. Keep looping your loops, but you can't surpass, Zone-sama's legacy will forever amass. So fade away, Minus, let the Zone endure, I'm the titan of animation, and you're the amateur!

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Epic Rap Battles of History LUCKY LUCIANO VERSUS FROOT BEGIN!

Lucky Luciano: I’m the king of the Mob, a legend of crime, Your Soyjak memes couldn’t outdo my prime. I ran New York, pulled strings like a maestro, Your “party’s” a circus—soy cringe? That’s the sideshow!

I’m a name they all fear, from coast to coast, You’re known for posting memes, and that’s your boast? Rats like you fold under the weight of my gaze, I ran the Commission, while you run…what? A forum phase?

Froot: Oh Lucky, please, your era’s deceased, Your “glory days” are as dead as Prohibition, capiche? I rule the web, with memes that ignite, Soyjaks and Wojaks, the culture’s delight!

You’re stuck in the past, with your schemes and grift, My online empire’s the modern-day rift. While you flex about crime, here’s the bigger trend— Your gangster life ended; my reign won’t bend!

Lucky Luciano: You’re a jester, a meme lord, an internet pawn, Your empire collapses by the break of dawn. I rebuilt the Mafia, made a legacy shine, While your Soyjak threads waste everyone’s time.

Your online antics? They’re laughably small, I faced FBI raids; you mod Discord calls. I’m an underworld legend, a name etched in lore, While you’re just a memer—nothing more.

Froot: Mafia lore? Let’s keep it real, Your legacy’s as faded as a scratched vinyl reel. The new world’s digital, and I’m at the crest, Your outdated playbook can’t handle the jest.

While you got pinched, I rise with finesse, You’re yesterday’s news, and I am the next. Soy-filled sarcasm, I’m the king of irony, Your life’s an old reel; mine’s a tapestry!

 

[Diamond Dogs]

[Belisarius]: They call me Belisarius, the Byzantine knight, Strategic genius, I'm the face of the fight! From Rome to Persia, I conquered with might, While you're a disgrace, a monster in the night!

I'll flank you faster than the Huns on my border, Your name's synonymous with chaos and disorder. I upheld honor, justice, and the law, History paints you with a bloodstained claw.


[Dirlewanger]: Oh please, Belisarius, your time is done, A pawn of Justinian, under his thumb! You served an empire built on decline, While I thrived in chaos, crossing every line.

My shadow cast terror, no army could compare, Your fame is a relic, I’m a true nightmare! Strategy? Ha! I ruled with fear and fire, While your campaigns crumbled, mine went higher!


[Belisarius]: Fear and fire, you mean slaughter and shame, You tarnished your land with a butcher's name. I fought to defend, you fought to oppress, Your atrocities leave history nothing to bless!

Rome’s rebirth was my vision, my dream, Your legacy’s destruction, a sick, twisted scheme. Dirlewanger’s done, your name’s disgrace, History erased you, now leave my face!


[Dirlewanger]: Erased? I'm the shadow that always persists, A specter in war, my existence twists! You talk of rebirth? Your empire still fell, A tragic puppet, no stories to tell.

You served nobility, I served only myself, Your righteousness crumbled, left on the shelf. Face it, Belisarius, history forgot, You’re a faded statue—I’m the nightmare they got!

 

[Diamond Dogs]

[Intro]Epic Rap Battles of History! Bill O'Reilly vs. Tucker Carlson! Begin!

[Bill O'Reilly] I’m the OG of primetime, you’re a wannabe clone, I ruled the airwaves, now you’re stuck in my shadow zone. Loofahs, tirades, yeah, they made me a name, While you sit there smirking, playing the outrage game. You’re a bowtie bandit, chasing the next scandal, I'm the king of cable—prime beef, you're just a candle.

[Tucker Carlson] The no-spin zone? What a laughable shtick, I’ve spun circles ‘round your ratings, you fossilized brick. You’re yesterday’s news—cancelled, disgraced, I’m pulling strings and headlines while you’re barely a trace. You’re a relic of Fox, stuck in '04, While I’m shaping the narrative like never before.

[Bill O'Reilly] Shape the narrative? Ha, you’re a puppet on strings, I called the shots, you just parrot what the chaos brings. The Factor was a force—cable’s holy grail, You’re just a ratings gambler, doomed to fail. Scandals? Sure, but I paved the way, While you toe the line of lunacy every day.

[Tucker Carlson] Oh please, Grandpa Bill, your era’s done, You peaked a decade ago—I’ve only begun! Your ego’s as big as your settlements, man, Meanwhile, my monologues shake up the clan. I’ve got the youth, the memes, the last laugh too, In this battle of the pundits? I destroy you.

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Epic Rap Battles of History! Bernd Schmidt! Versus! Jobe Smith! Begin!

Bernd Schmidt: Step back, Jobe, I’m the mouthpiece king, no doubt, My gape's Guinness-grade, leave the world in shout-outs. I’m the jaw-dropper, the record-holder in place, Your average tricks can’t even keep up with my face! I’m open wide, swallowing the limelight whole, You’re a footnote in my legend—just a minor role. So why you even step, trying to run with this legend? You’re merely snapping fingers, I’m snapping up attention!

Jobe Smith: Oh, here we go, Mr. Gape taking big risks, But I’m bringing the rhythm, call me Mr. Quick Fists. Yeah, your jaw's large, but my skills break bars, Your shtick's old news—I’m the shooting star. Can you even rap, or just open and hope? This battle ain't a circus, better learn to cope. So flex that jawline, show your one talent loud, But when I’m spittin’ verses, I draw the real crowd!

Bernd Schmidt: Real crowd? Please, I'm a viral sensation, Your so-called fame’s just wild imagination. Open doors with my face, break records with ease, While your fists and rhymes can barely appease. They marvel at my gift, my jaws bring delight, You’re like a weak punchline, fading in the night. Go back to practice, I’ve conquered the scene, The mouth gape GOAT—bow to the jaw machine!

Jobe Smith: Your “jaw machine”? More like a one-trick pony, I’m versatile in battle, while you’re just… lonely. You think going viral is a crown to keep? But fame fades fast, your legacy's cheap. I’m punching through history, my name’ll outlast, While your claim to fame gets buried in the past. So take your wide gape and your shallow applause, In this battle of legends, you’re lost in the cause!

WHO WON? WHO'S NEXT? YOU DECIDE! EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Epic Rap Battles of History: Astrofene vs. Travis Scott

Verse 1: Astrofene I’m the king of Soybooru, the art scene’s sage, Dropping masterpieces on every digital page. You’re Auto-Tune's apprentice, just a radio charade, Your lyrics lack depth, I’m a Renaissance parade.

Astrofene’s in the building, wielding cosmic brushes, With my strokes, I turn whispers into thunderous rushes. Cactus Jack’s in my crosshairs, can't dodge my storm, Your raps are lukewarm, my verse keeps the art world warm.

Verse 2: Travis Scott Straight out of Houston, I’m the Astroworld creator, My beats hit harder, I’m your rap-game equator. Your Soybooru fame is just a drop in my ocean, You scribble pixels, I craft waves in motion.

You're painting pixels, but I’m stacking plaques, I make the world quake, you barely leave cracks. La Flame burns bright, you’re a mere dim light, I turn every festival into a starry night.

Verse 3: Astrofene Oh, the irony of you dropping Astroworld’s name, But your mic skills got lost in amusement park fame. I paint visions eternal, with cosmic precision, Your raps are fleeting, fading into television.

With Soybooru in my hands, I’m Picasso reborn, Your auto-tuned vocals? Mere noise I scorn. I transcend dimensions, my creativity’s elite, You rely on features, I’m the solo king of beats.

Verse 4: Travis Scott You’re nothing but a browser tab, a small-time obsession, I’m a cultural phenomenon, shaping rap’s progression. While you’re tinkering away in your little art bubble, I’m making millions scream with my hits that double.

Your canvas is tiny, my universe is massive, While my hits are global, your fame’s passive. This battle’s over, you’re no match for La Flame, Remember the name, Travis Scott’s the game.

Who won? Who’s next? You decide! EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!

 

[Diamond Dogs]

[Picasso enters] I’m the maestro of modern art, the cubist pioneer, Your name's stained, Escobar, let me make it clear. I painted worlds, reshaped the art game, While you tainted lives, left behind only shame.

My brush strikes genius, you can't compete, My works inspire, yours rot on the street. From Guernica's grief to Blue Period blues, Every stroke tells a story—what do you choose?

[Escobar enters] Oh, Pablo P, stepping up to the throne? I built an empire, I ruled alone. Your art’s for dreamers, mine’s cold and real, I paint in power, the world knows the deal.

You talk Guernica? That’s cute, I’ll admit, But I deal in tragedy too—just ask the hit list. I’m the king of the Medellín cartel, my legacy’s vast, Your paintings hang quiet; my legend’s forecast.

[Picasso fires back] Legacy of pain, that’s all you left, I created beauty, while your trade was theft. Your empire’s dust, your kingdom fell, My name’s in the Louvre—yours? In jail cells.

From the rose to the surreal, my work’s divine, Generations admire; no one misses your crime. Stick to your stacks, Pablo, you’ll never compare, To a mind so boundless, beyond repair.

[Escobar counters] Boundless mind? You’re boxed in by fame, I broke out of prisons; you cling to your name. Art’s a rich man’s game; I fed the poor, You sold visions; I opened doors.

They feared me, revered me, I was the law, Your world’s an illusion; mine shook 'em raw. So take your brushes, your colors, your scheme, When it comes to true power, I reign supreme.

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Epic Rap Battles of History Santa Claus vs. Goku!

[Santa Claus] Ho, ho, ho! Santa's in the house tonight, Delivering rhymes faster than my sleigh takes flight. You’re a legend in anime, no doubt you’re known, But my legacy’s global; I’m on every time zone! You throw Kamehamehas, but I bring the cheer, Spreading joy to kids each and every year. You’re a Saiyan, sure, but I’m an icon of lore, I beat you like reindeer hooves on a rooftop floor!

[Goku] It’s Goku, the Saiyan, here to throw down with Claus, I’ll break your North Pole magic with my Dragon Ball claws. You bring toys for the kiddies? That’s a fine little gig, But when the universe’s in danger, I’m the one who gets big! I trained with King Kai, faced Frieza and Buu, Your biggest threat’s a kid who doesn't believe in you! Take your cookies and milk, better stay in your lane, ‘Cause against a Super Saiyan, you’re gonna feel pain!

[Santa Claus] You’re all talk and muscles; I'm the world’s real champ, Kids write me letters; your fanbase stamps! I bring gifts and love; you're a battle-hungry fiend, Your temper’s short—like Vegeta’s self-esteem! Stay on your Nimbus; you can’t touch this Saint, My holiday power would make Shenron faint!

[Goku] Oh, you’re tough with elves and a sleigh full of toys, But you’ve never faced Saiyan power or Earth’s greatest joys! I’ve got Ultra Instinct; you’ve got cookies and cream, Your rhymes are so outdated, they belong in a dream! My punches hit harder than your Jolly Old jive, Sorry, Santa, this battle is over—Goku’s alive!

Who won? Who’s next? You decide!

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Epic Rap Battles of History Gandalf vs. Optimus Prime!

[Gandalf] I am Gandalf the Grey, wielder of ancient might, Against a talking truck? This won’t be much of a fight. I’ve battled Balrogs, guided hobbits on their quest, Your Autobots can’t handle Middle-earth’s best! You’re clunky and loud, no subtlety or grace, I’ll shatter your AllSpark, leave you lost in space. From Isengard to Cybertron, none stand in my way— You shall not pass, Optimus; not today!

[Optimus Prime] Autobots, roll out! It's time to drop the hammer, This wizard’s about to get crushed in my battle grammar. You’re a relic of magic; I’m powered by tech, Your staff against my sword? That’s a galactic wreck! I’ve fought Decepticons, saved worlds in the fray, You’re just an old man shouting at shadows all day. By the Matrix, I’ll end this; your rhymes are a bore, Prime is eternal; your legend’s folklore!

[Gandalf] Eternal, you say? You’ve got some nerve, Your lines are as dull as your robotic curve. I walked with elves and kings, outwitted the One Ring, While you were busy... what? Transforming? Middle-earth bows to me; I’m the White Rider, You’re a glorified toy, a franchise divider! Begone, Prime, to the junkyard you shall go, For this old wizard just stole the show!

[Optimus Prime] You think you’re clever with your spells and your prose, But my firepower leaves your magic in throes. I’ve conquered galaxies; your map's just a corner, In battles of wisdom, you're no top performer. I lead armies, Gandalf, I’m more than a rhyme, You’re a footnote in history; I’m Optimus Prime! So retreat to your tower, stay out of this fight— Prime reigns supreme, now roll out, goodnight!

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Epic Rap Battles of History Homer Simpson vs. Peter Griffin!

[Homer Simpson] D’oh! Homer’s here, the Springfield OG, I'll drop bars so hot, you'll scream, “Ay caramba!” with glee. You’re just a knockoff of my nuclear glow, Family Guy? More like Family No! I’ve got Duff in my hand and Marge by my side, While you’re stuck in Quahog on your lame joyride. I’m the king of TV, you're just a wannabe joke, Now excuse me while I eat this delicious donut—CHOKE!

[Peter Griffin] Hehehe...oh, this’ll be good, You’re a yellow-skinned goofball from the wrong neighborhood. You call this a battle? I barely have to try, Compared to you, Homer, I’m a freaking family guy! You strangle your kid, can’t hold down a job, Your whole show's been carried by Ned Flanders' sobs. Quahog's finest—don't mess with Big Pete, Now waddle back to your couch; enjoy your defeat!

[Homer Simpson] Oh, you think you’re clever? Think again, you hack, Your show's a rip-off of my jokes—give them back! I’ve been on air since ‘89, a cultural hit, While your show’s reputation is full of cutaway bits! I’m the symbol of satire, the heart of the game, Your humor’s so lazy, even Meg’s more entertaining! Bring it on, Griffin, my rhymes never stall— I'll knock you out like a wrecking ball!

[Peter Griffin] Oh, Lois! Homer’s trying to be tough—how cute, But this is a rap battle, not a donut dispute. Sure, you’ve got more seasons, but quantity ain’t fame, I’ve got Stewie, Brian, Meg—wait, scratch Meg’s name. Your rhymes are as stale as Moe’s old beer taps, Even Bart says, “Cowabunga, that’s a wrap!” Face it, Homer, you’re past your prime— Griffin wins! End of rhyme.

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Epic Rap Battles of History Eric Cartman vs. Fat Albert!

[Eric Cartman] Screw you guys, I’m takin' this win, Cartman’s spittin’ fire; let the rap battle begin! Hey-hey, Fat Albert, you think you’ve got the weight? But my ego’s so big it’ll crush your plate! You’re stuck in the ‘70s; I’m South Park gold, You’re a has-been, dude; your jokes are old! Respect my authority, I’m the rap czar, You’ll cry “Hey, hey, hey,” when I drop these bars!

[Fat Albert] Hey, hey, hey! You think you’re all that? But this OG classic’s about to squash this brat! Cartman, you’re a loudmouth with a terrible plan, Your crew couldn’t hang with my Junkyard Band! You talk about weight? That’s low, my friend, But your attitude’s the real problem in the end. You’re rude and crude, an annoying little pest— Step aside, Cartman, I’m the heavyweight best!

[Eric Cartman] Oh, please, Albert, your rhymes are lame, I’m the king of insults; I invented the game! Your sweater’s as old as your outdated style, And this battle’s over—your defeat is vile. South Park rules, Quahog drools, Fat Albert’s rhymes belong back in school! Go waddle away; you’re done, big guy, Cartman’s the master—now, buh-bye!

[Fat Albert] I’m dropping wisdom; you’re just dropping sass, My rhymes hit harder than your poor taste in class. While you’re busy scheming, eating cheesy puffs, I’m inspiring kids, teaching life ain’t so tough! So bring all your jokes and your selfish schemes, I’m the icon of love, you’re the king of memes. This battle’s done, Cartman, so take a seat— Fat Albert wins; it’s a funky defeat!

 

[Diamond Dogs]

Epic Rap Battles of History Sailor Moon vs. Cory Baxter!

[Sailor Moon] In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you, quick, This battle’s over before you swing your shtick! I’m the champion of justice, the magical queen, You’re just a White House helper on a Disney screen. I save planets, fight villains, my power’s divine, While you’re stuck making sandwiches—your fate isn’t prime. With my Moon Tiara Magic, I bring the shine, This Sailor Scout’s about to end your time!

[Cory Baxter] Oh snap! It's Cory B, coming in hot, Your rhymes are so weak, they’re gonna get caught. I’m the king of DC, you’re just a schoolgirl, I’m big in Japan too, go give that a whirl! You fight with a tiara? That’s super wack, I’ll drop my beats on you and take the power back. While you’re spinning in circles with your magic crew, Cory in the House is still bigger than you!

[Sailor Moon] Bigger than me? Oh, please, what a joke, Your fame's a meme, your show went up in smoke. I’ve got Sailor Scouts, a team that’s true, All you’ve got is your dad and a cheesy menu. From the Milky Way to Earth, my legend is vast, Your rhymes are so lame, they belong in the past. So take your little show and your fake rap dream— In the name of the moon, I reign supreme!

[Cory Baxter] You reign supreme? Girl, please, take a seat, I’m the president’s kid, and I bring the heat. You’re stuck in the ‘90s with your glitter and bows, Cory’s still trending; that’s how it goes! I’ve got swag, I’ve got moves, and a Disney crown, When it comes to this battle, I’ll shut you down. Sailor Moon, your power’s all fluff and shine— Cory’s the boss, now the victory’s mine!