Lyrics
Epic Rap Battles of History!
Wolverine!
Versus!
Freddy Krueger!
Begin!
One, two, Freddy's coming for you
Three, four, better lock your, lock your
Lock your, lock your
Welcome to prime time bitch
Better stay awake like a meth head
Spread red on your bedspread
'Til you're lying there on your deathbed
You got a healing factor?
I got a kill bitches on the ceiling factor
Under that mask, you're a singer-slash-actor
Under my skin, I'm a slasher-slash-slasher
Bitch, I come from Wes Cravin's twisted mind
You come from comic books that kids get
When they're well-behaved at Christmastime
Flock of Seagulls called, they want their hairstyle returned
And that wasn't even my main diss, it was just a side-burn!
Nice gloves, bub, but I'm real from bones to teeth
That claw's like a strap-on, there's a pussy underneath
Don't sleep? That's all you got for me?
I defeat your ass with a cup of tea
I went to hell and back and whopped Satan's ass
You got beat by a Nancy on Elm Street
You wanna talk about Burns, Mac?
The PTA turned your face into Deadpool's ball sack!
Wrapped in a Where's Waldo sweater
Jason can't talk, and he rocks the mic better!
So step into my cat nap, see if you can hack that
Better hang on to your whack hat
'Cause your worst nightmare ain't Huge Jack-shit
Compared to the least of my Weapon-X flashbacks!
I'm the adamantium, champion, X-Man
You'll only be half of Edward Scissorhands!
So don't get me more pissed, chump
I'd take your whole franchise out with a fist bump!
Look at the size of your body
How could I possibly think I'm in trouble?
I can't tell the difference between your action figure
And your stunt double!
What's the matter? You look tired, eh?
I'll be in your bed tonight, unlike Jean Grey!
As for me? I'm a chick magnet