Morbius vs. Dracula - Freshy Kanal ft. Chase Beck, LittleFlecks

Morbius, the best movie ever made (yuh, yuh)

The mic calls, now I'm here to raise the stakes (yuh, yuh)

Blood doctor, but you don't wanna come test this

I keep it like Rotten Tomatoes; one hundred percent, BITCH

This bat is draining ya now, feels like Castlevania how

My attacks are breaking this Count; axed in half, I'll name him Discount

You're a granddad who's chasin' and ransackin' ladies who can't act like they were aroused

Drac captured dames that spanned half his age, but couldn't captivate a damn crowd, ouch!

The critics all be goin' crazy, got 'em shoutin' (Morbius!)

I hit up Martin Scorsese, got him shoutin' (Morbius!)

You know I'm coppin' hoes daily, got 'em shoutin' (Morbius!)

Fillin' Sony's dough craving, now they shout for more (-bius!)

I have to bat against this vampire joke?

Ugh, I'll turn this Snapchat filter to a ghost

I've seen undead pale faces for more than a century

But your looks are giving me a different monster energy

Leto? No, I need better for breakfast

I'll wear you on my necklace after I turn you neckless

As the Count from the street who's making massive numbers

Even I have to wonder, who'd think to give you trash an Oscar?

You take everything Disney does and make it mediocre

Sony feeds off Marvel's scraps so much, they even brought Vulture

A hodgepodge of pop culture, your film is egregious

Reflected onto the silver screen; no wonder no one has seen it!

It's like three acts of terror how your box office bomb hits

You're only delivering when you're mailing used condoms

I took your babe and flew into my province!

I must be MC Hammer, 'cause she's getting nailed in my coffin

Call this the second weekend, the way I bring the crowd back

When I got your organs stingin', I'm not talkin' 'bout your soundtrack

Your fart cloud ass stands no chance, so change your form in time

If this old man wants to dance, then it's MORBIN' TIME!

Hear a chorus of screams for the More to the B

Bring gore to the streets, but according to the lore that I read

While your enemies formed in a league

You're a dork staying indoors for a week

When you warred with the three, you were forced to retreat

But I got more than a pitchfork and a torch for my heat

So, go get me a new foe I can beat

And the floor's gettin' cleaned with them: Morbius sweeps

That was the worst, I mean, the verse you've written sucks

It's time to bring in a vampire that knows true cinema!

If Sony Pictures won't stop tuggin' and pullin'

On the udders of the Marvel cash cow, time for a cullin'

Jared, you should method act as a better rapper

Want to lead a cult classic? Then don't forget the latter!

Your movie scores have been mauled to death

Left theatres more empty than Stewart's performances

All that Morbius is fillin' screens with is more BS!

You sure that your disease was cured? You got them rabies, kid

CGI came out lookin' worse than my baby did

What do you do in the shadow of the role that I was cast as?

Now you're a shit Joker and a worse bat, man

Batman? Oh, no, no, no, no, no...

I am... Venom, blagh!