Yasha Vs Beauregard (Ultimate Rap Battle)

I'm Radiant Swole! More gun control than Whitestone

Wait, you're still here? Is that a diss I'm hearing?

We call you Blink Dog 'cause this bitch keeps disappearing

WHERE DO YOU GO, YASHA? Blue skies when you're not there

A feathered hulk sulking like a goth owlbear

I'll crush this secret agent tearing down the old guard

Where's your license to kill? This is a library card

There's a snitch in the Nein, so my next attack's Reckless

Nott and I both eat rats for breakfast

I stand Sentinel, hit genitals with Stunning Strike power

Call a Cleric if you're stiff for more than four hours (NICE)

Steal your thunder like Lorenzo's highway robbery

Your time as a bodyguard was a Molly-mockery

Open my wife's book, press this pansy on a page

'Cause I. Would. LIKE. TO. R

DROP THE DEUCE!

Feymild, BFG of D&D

Only honeys I need are my happy little bees

Packing heat? Just my kettle. Drop it like it's Heat Metal

There's nothing you can heckle, heck, I talk to stinging nettles

You're both killing it. I'm here to Spare the Dying

Time to stir sugared words to sweeten the rhyming

Saddle up, Yasha makes life a trip (ot really)

And Beau's First Mate (Yes!) aboard the Friend Ship (Lame)

I guess... I like your eyes? (There, that's nice)

I respect how you... brawl. (Ah, don't we all?)

Let us bury this fate (Where's the biscuit plate?)

Nothing like Tealeaf of Molly to celebrate!

Oh dear

What?

Why damage the damaged? I'll Healing Hands that apathy

When I choke the gloat from the throat of this malady

Caused Daddy agony, born with no weapon equipped,

You compensate with your stick and ACT like a huge dick

Even your trauma's weak. Wrap you in Shroud so frightening

Always chasing storms just to feel something from lightning

Let's meet your parents. Courting danger ends in tragedy

Bring Orphan Maker home, I'll cut ties with your family

Every line's a Death Sentence, test your Constitution

Will you fight to the end or flee another Execution?

Knowing's half the battle, G.I. Beau knows you're Cursed

Ditch your raps like your wife, leave them buried in the Earth

And if you Rage Beyond Death like a Revenant on 'roids

I can Clothesline your ghost with Ki-empowered deltoids (BRO)

But I'll spare my Killing Beau, so if we find Zuala's wraith

You can't touch your wife again. I can slap her in the face