Bob Ross vs. Bob the Builder - Freshy Kanal ft. LittleFlecks, Zawesome

RAP BATTLE!

BOB THE BUILDER

VS

BOB ROSS

BEGIN

Hey! The iller builder's arriving to light a rhyme

Hey! Been redesigning bridges and houses since '99

Hey! My guy, you talk so slow, your art just ain't exciting

Watching your drawn out show's like watching paint drying!

But in my line of work, it's a big accomplishment

You're the biggest tool I've ever had to clean the shop with

You're not the first ASMR dude to land on Twitch

But your first marriage is something even I can't fix

You used to paint dew drops on top of mountains

But now you're shilling for Mountain Dew at soda fountains

How 'bout you brush up on rapping sick? The ladies; you're bad with 'em

Your first son? Talk about a happy little accident

How 'bout I teach the blueprints of verse construction? (Yeah)

'Cause I'm creative, you just follow the instructions

And once you were back in unsettling action

No talking vehicles could help your remake get traction

Oh Bobby! There's ain't no Logic in all your physics

Won't top me, ya boy's got more drip than my acrylics

But looking at your sad schtick there's nothing I can diss (Why?)

Your whole personality's a blank canvas

Go 2deep with the smooth beats when I roll in the booth

While your machines got more emotion than you

I've spread the Joy of Painting to the whole generation

While your show's left aging worse than your old claymation

Fuck it! I got better things to do, but I don't care!

I'll leave you shitting bricks, motherfucker, I know you're scared

Wow, a fucking bush painting! Daring today, aren't we?

You spent your life drawing weeds, I spent my life chopping trees!

I'm repping the industry, your precious nature ain't shit to me

Sure, I'll cut down a little green, I recycle by getting green

Got Psytube rhymes, dude, you can't compare us

Wanna talk mistakes? How about that yee-yee ass haircut?

C'mon man, just gotta keep calm

Nah, fuck that shit! Beat the devil outta that motherfucker!

Show him how we do it on these streets!

Yeah, fair enough

Yo, it's Bob the Ross, I pop the rocks

On top of this awfully hot coffee pot! (Talk to 'em!)

I'm making heads bop (Aye!), I'll take your head, Bob (Aye!)

And use your red blood (Aye!), to line the dead chalk

Ain't taking your shit like the Shit Goblin, so quit talking

I'll take your whole gang made of silver, cock, then quickly pop 'em

Save me the fight, 'cause late in the night

I was painting yo' wife in fifty shades of Titanium White! (Oh!)

Boom, no cap! Bitch, fuck you!

Blicky strapped! Click, one, two!

Finger on the trigger, leave a bitch shot through

'Fore the next shoot—Shit! The cops! Shoe!

WHO WON?

WHO'S NEXT?

YOU DECIDE!

THE NEXT RAP BATTLE IS ON THE WAY!