What’s up everyone and welcome to the super hero episode of
ANIMEME RAP BATTLES!
I’m Alex A.K.A. Robin Hood, A.K.A. Robin from the hood
Hood Rat, Get back or get gat and get robbed!
Batman V.S. Iron Man
You’re the city’s savior?
You Gotham be kidding me
I’ll leave your face worse than if you went down on Poison Ivy
A Batman who’s afraid of bats
That’s sort of ironic
Sounds like you got the Black Lung
Are you smoking that chronic?
You got no powers, your skills are blank
I’ll blast past you as you fill up your tank
Place your cape on a rack
Take that outfit back
Everyone knows Iron is the new black
I’ll beam you up, then drop a robin on your bat-signal
Kiss your cave goodbye
With a single Jericho missile
Here I am, The Dark Knight has risen
While you were eating Caviar
I was training in prison
I’m respected all over, everywhere on a map
I don’t need to build friends out of software and scrap
I’m the Bat Gotham trusts
Your greatest enemy is rust
You want that smirk permanent?
Why so serious?
Like Frank Underwood, I run D.C.,
You’re the drunk joke of Marvel and a worse M. C
Master Wayne, who is this broke down creep?
Shall I throw him out with yesterday’s sheets?
You got Flash and Green Arrow?
We have a Hulk
We all wear pants, you buy your tights by the bulk
Avengers won’t ever stop
We’re the cream that’s rising to the top
No Nolan movies remaining
All of your fame is Bruce-Waning
And why is Cat Woman so quiet?
You need some Iron in your diet?
You took a bite out of crime?
I ate the whole thing
I ate a crime lover’s pizza with a side of Bat wings
Bruce has bad knees, Bruce has a bad back
Bruce you’ve killed less villains than I’ve killed bottles of Jack!
That’s master Wayne to you
Don’t you dare call him Bruce
And where’d you learn to rhyme?
Dr. Seuss or Mother Goose?
Take your armor off
Fight me hand-to-hand
Without repulsor beams
You’re just repulsive man
I don’t write code, I live by one
I don’t sip martinis, I got a city to run
I am the vengeance, I am the night
I am the one who knocks, alright?
Your next film’s gonna be a Paul-Blart flop
Go back to your real job, Robo-mall-cop
Your heart has a battery like a cell phone
You’re at 5% kid, I could kill you with a download