Patrick Bateman vs. Sweeney Todd - Freshy Kanal ft. LittleFlecks, The Stupendium, Meggie-Elise

There's a hole in the world and a fake Brad Pitt

Puttin' holes into girls, leave 'em slain and split

'Cause there's holes in his brain that no payment can fix

And he goes by the name of Bateman

This oaf of a broker couldn't sell his persona

Only see this banker compensating when work's over

Turpin kept his bird caged in, secure

Still I've never known a toff so insecure

You and my razor are the same in effect

Except my blade is sharp when it's a pain in the neck

I'd say look back at your mistakes because you're making a mess

But I'm sure that reflection would get Master Bateman erect

I'm trying to listen to the new Freshy Kanal tape

But this fucking limey won't stop shouting in my ear

I'm gonna stab a Tim Burden to death

Until I taste Sweeney Toddler tears

I'm Patrick Bateman, I take it you'll understand

If I keep my gloves on when I'm shaking your hand

You reek of disease and live in people's feces

And yet you're the biggest shit that I've seen on Fleet Street

Do you cut your own hair? I can tell

Michael Jackson's "Thriller" monster's alive and well

Innocent, but spent half your life in jail

I'm not behind a cell 'cause I got Bale

That's your wife that you severed and carved

'Cause you're a terrible barber, 'til death do us part

Stupid fucking bastard, you didn't get very far

Now let's hear Paul Allen's bars (What have I've done?)

Paul Allen?

Oh, I had him for dinner in Londo-

Oh, I mean, I had dinner with him in London, ay?

Hush now, love: don't fret or whine. Why don't you get inside?

Sweeney, set aside a chair and get a knife. Let's let him dine!

We better write "sweet and sigma sauce" onto the menu signs

For when I make a Wolf of Wall Street a shepherd's pie

But I can't put this guy's heart into my tarts, 'cause I might barf

Quite bizarre! This businessman doesn't fit on a pie chart

Oh, you hate women and the homeless? We're the same

'Cause I loathe that looney Lucy who'd soon take my Todd away

You knew my wife lived? There's only you to blame!

Next to Patrick, you're second here to be reduced to flames!

As for Bruce Wayne, tell your lawyer you're defeated, bruv

I hope your second verse features you as much as your sequel does!

I'm like Perelli how I up and beat a wimpy kid

Now the oven is the only place that you'll be fitting in

Oh my God. A musical that's set in the 19th century

It even features themes of class struggle and poverty?

How profoundly unique

And look at that subtle all-white casting

Shut down Lovett's love that she forced on ya

Kept your feelings more reserved than Dorsia

And now your lady's deceased and she's plagued with disease

Watch me show a barber's wife a better facial routine

Take out your blades! Let the stage see who's greater!

Either way, you'll end up with your fuckin' face in newspapers!

There's an idea of Sweeney Todd, but he's all Barker, no bite

Just a husk of the fraud who lost his child, WIFE, AND LIFE!

Now I've got to return some videotapes