Boothill vs Rappa - Freshy Kanal ft. ["Azia", "Ethan Connor Condon"]

Rappa:

(Yuh! Yo!) This ain't a battle rap; this just a rap attack! Backflipping acrobat!

(Yuh!) Shuriken grabbed in hand, all of your stats are whack; time that you hang the hat!

Upgrading everywhere, but didn't fix the main issue of shutting your mouth!

Lucky that too much intelligence really ain't something that you gotta worry about!

Let's rewind to the top, before you turned all RoboCop!

Parents flaking on 'ya; you got taken to the snow and dropped!

Spin through with ninjutsu, and ninjas get their neck severed!

Full of tech, yet struggle to send a text message!

On a different brainwave; look like you need a vacay!

You've been a workaholic; least you'll die keeping your namesake!

'Cause you can kick your feet up and lay resting when you're dead

I'll take the last of your humanity and get rid of your head!

Boothill:

The sheriff is in town; I'm 'bout to get it loud with buck lead

I got the highest specs; my mind is still in check, fudgehead!

I'm hunting real bounties, while you're fighting ghosts and phonies!

Your poster's "Dead or Alive", and those horns look like a golden trophy!

You paint a picture of a life that don't feel true

Graffiti's just like Banksy, 'cause no one knows the real you!

Your worldview was toyed with, and now nothing ain't stranger

The buzz got to your head since you've become a space ranger!

Rappa:

I gotta snap back to reality? You're the one in a fantasy!

You're so sensitive that you censored your own profanity!

Your planet's seen better days; excavated, set ablaze!

Guess the system got corrupted, and now there's nothing left to save!

Seems that all of that lecturing you did was pretty much useless!

And now that little guitar is only good for playing the blues with!

You're a clumsy hired gun, but I got a killshot that'll drive you nuts!

Show you extended clips of your backstory: the Schneider's Cut!

Boothill:

Look, I'm all for poking fun, but there's a smoking gun

Must've learned acting from Acheron, but I'll show you how the show is run!

I've heard tall tales, but you've flew the whole damn coop!

Grab you by that tail, have 'ya spinning like a lasso!

You're looking out of place, but not out of range!

And no amount of paint is gonna shroud bloodstains!

Some vigilante dress-up act; hero complex personality

Take you down to the slammer, you'd prolly plead insanity!

You need a doc for your primitive skull; no reason getting through!

Come swinging like saloon doors; ain't long before you get the boot!

My family matters let me down with a regret or two

But to feel a hug again, you need tickets to the petting zoo