Money Heist vs The Wolf of Wall Street - Freshy Kanal ft. Keyblade, Gridline Studios, Mr. Tibbs, Marshall Lawless

RAP BATTLE!

THE PROFESSOR

VS

JORDAN BELFORT

BEGIN

You built your house of money, but you don't know how money works

Tried to send your buddies first. Why, 'cause your tummy hurts?

Think about your gameplan 'cuz I don't work with honesty

Play chess with my mind, I'll buy the board and play Monopoly

You can't cold call and still be shaking in fear

You take credit for a heist that wasn't even your idea

I throw a party everyday full of ladies with their boobs out

You throw a slumber party with yourself in your Scrooge gown

With my marketing strategies, I just started a family

You put a masked parade with fragile brains and hand grenades

In charge of your identity; how would you target your enemy?

Hiding behind your damn PC doesn't recharge your memory

You freak out in mommy's cellar when it's getting louder

Like your crew is breaking windows, while you just opened a browser

What about your inspector chick? Did she vanish from your eyes, kid?

I got her downstairs taking shots, but this time, she liked it

Your company already had a shaky start

For working on Wall Street, you'r team's easy to break apart

That pack of animals leaves me with a question mark

You'd get more profit if you moved your zoo into Central Park

You don't have what it takes, you scrambled your brain

You put the pen on so many checks, it left your marriage erased

Since your mind counted money, your love has been destroyed

Now you're only getting head when you flip a coin!

The suit sued thousands once you stooped out

Swallowed your respect once you got the loots chewed out

And soon your mountains of crews moved out

On your quarterly report, the stocks went 'Boom!, Boom!, Ciao!'

You can't troll the Wall Street, your comedy's dead

You can watch me clown on you from your hospital bed

Your crew may have found the exit, but you can't save face

The only hole you dug into the bank was your brother's grave

I got astounding assistants who pad my thousands of figures

So don't be proud of your gimmicks before you're counting the digits

You sent your lousy equipment below the ground like some fishes

Say 'bella ciao!' to your bitches, 'cause they just drowned in your business!

The difference we got in our business plan

Is that I'm not riddled by greed and bigotry

You got blinded by your bank account

And couldn't bank on accountability

You don't know jack about business 'cuz you're the crack in our system

The before and after picture of capitalism

A sad sack with a pack full of fascist rich men

You couldn't hide your lies if Donnie's ass couldn't grip them

Now you gotta come clean, the coke's all over your nose

I'll leave you and your prison bros alone with the soap

Stop blaming all the drugs, I hope you choke on your dope

People paid you to teach them how to go from 'broker' to 'broke'

My zeppelin's spitting out bucks, while everyone hates your guts

Breaking news, Jordan; you can't spend your money on trust

Our numbers are different, you occupied me for a minute

Yet, I spent it owning your entire existence

WHO WON?

WHO'S NEXT?

YOU DECIDE!

THE NEXT RAP BATTLE IS ON THE WAY!