Edgar Wright vs. Wes Anderson - Freshy Kanal ft. Lawless Marshall, LittleFlecks, Otbprods

Wes, you'll get fired eventually, and you maybe should

Let Edgar teach you how to Wright for the greater good

Oh, I missed the memo, excuse me

Didn't know we had to dress like the pretentious chodes you put in your movies

Dude, I'll smack the side of your face and before you bitch and scream

I'll smack the other side, satisify that symmetry

Your films are proof that quirky doesn't equal good, you hipster freak

There are more actors than just Lightning McQueen to pick between

I'd think you're drunk with the shit you pitch for a theater screen

But you look seventeen, Sergeant Angel, check this kid's I.D

Such a scrawny cunt, I don't need to flow no more

I'll go to the Winchester and wait for you to blow over

Eddie is very dead set on the sentiment that he is better than me

Sure, when I imagine academy I think repetitive parody cheese

Sheesh, we're meant to be rapping in battle, not wrapping the camera, so why are you making a scene?

Now, I'll demonstrate how I tend to slay the Boggis, Bunce, and beat

Every moment in my portfolio lies a photo devised so totally ideal

Over designed with every particular detail I soaked in my style

I'm keeping emotion and dialogue both in my mind, you open the page and jot a one liner

Thinking you're goated with writing and end up with Last Night in So-so

No wife? That's not shocking

This director couldn't shoot himself a date, he's cock-blocking

You trip over your words so damn much, it's disturbing

Though observing your early work, you're accustomed to slurring

Here's how to make a Wes Anderson flick

Force Bill Murray to act and then pander to pricks

With some pseudo-intellectual banter and wit

Make everybody sick with just how bad the camera work is

I saw Scott Pilgrim and it had me perplexed

I wonder if this nerd knows how to use After Effects

Hire some extras to rap 'gainst me since you cannot one-v-one me

I'll stomp your fanbase, they're so brain-dead that you got them to play zombies

Ok, it's kinda funny you've said that

When I could cast you as a zombie, Mr. Shaun of the Deadpan

Your mise-en-scene is miserable, it looks like Shrek's vomit

I will take your pastel color palettes and put red on 'em

I know you like to drizzle your past in the mix (Shit!)

Your folks' divorce papers made up half of your scripts

When Disney realize your films are filled with grandma fetish gunk

You'll get fired eventually, Chekov's Gun

You spit wack, I though you could sync tracks

I can never sit back 'cuz your whip pans give me whiplash

You should ditch this match like Ant-Man

The French Dispatch your films into trash Cannes

Sly dresser like Mr. Fox, executive on the set

While Wes is dropping the jaws, a guy sunk his in your leg

I'll keep Owen by my side even when the show's over

You thought you were Hot Stuff and gave Nick Frost the cold shoulder

Critics are chasing you down, now you're stuck on da fence

Of course you named it Cornetto, those plots are wafer thin

And here's how to take a dive like the state of your dated lineup

You drive an audience away with the cast of Baby Driver