It's a tale of two kids icons, from the 'hood to the Hund-…Oh, bother…I am sorry to inform you that this isthe epic rap battle you will be viewing; the battle you are about to see is extremely unpleasant: so much so, in fact, that Papa Mole himself has been rendered too upset and traumatized by its creation to be able to properly present it. Listen closely, and you just might even hear his tormented brooding right now…HELP, HELP; THIS MAN IS HOLDING ME PRISONER!…Thus, I, Lemony Snicket, am regretfully here to present to you the following display of vile, fiendish depravity…Snicket warning, right up-front: don't get your hopes up, even slightly;Why don't you do right, make like the baby Baudelaire, andFlowing seamlessly as my eyebrows with Very Fierce Delivery,I'll start a rapping fire, roasting you like a rotisserie;R. K. Maroon you on the trolley rails, tied up and screaming:A setup that's sure to give the "Red Car" label a new meaning!Well, I've heard you plan dismantling that very means of transit,But forget it: it's Toontown; don't try to Noah Cross me, damn it!I'm an actor, not a herpetologist, but here's the deal:The venom in the rhymes I spit's incredibly deadly for real!They'll fuck you up, my wicked words! This be the verse of your undoing;My triumph is like your greatest feat of heinousness: a-in!It's no Great Unknown: your loss will go on haunting you for years,The echoes of my beastly disses bombinating through your ears!Top-billing villain, I'm the illest, a word which here means "spectacular";A skillful killer, this Count's the blood-spillingest since Dracula!You're off to quite a Bad Beginning there; be careful, creep:In me, you've got as much to fear as your neurotic Meryl Streep!When I'm presiding, cartoon smiles give way to overwhelming horror,So flee, Olaf; to beef with me is somethingworth melting for.Your stalking schtick Jim Carreyed on through thirteen novels? That's insane;You'd last a trilogy at most if they wrote Poe with half a brain!You're greatly played up as nefarious; the plights you wrought: precarious,But I'd say dressed in drag was Shirley when you were your scariest!Think I'll fall for some haircut, shave and two-bit costume? Hardly;There's more masterful disguises on display with Dana Carvey!I've met more intimidating babies, pushed around in strollers;Man, you look and act like Dumb-Ass, the long-lost sixth Toon Patroller!Though alone, I'll still out-weasel you and your whole wretched troupe;Your only chance: to make me laugh to death at your ineptitude!The caustic rhymes that I'm concocting will be your final solution;Our duel: your ultimate peril, with definitive dénouement!Yeah, you set up Roger Rabbit, and your plan was super-nasty,But the-remembered frames were when his wife flew from that taxi!Your weak burns can't censor me, so show some damn respect to me,Before I make this place the theater of your craniectomy!The world is quiet where I'm up onstage; all heed when I perform.Your shoddy showmanship sucks harder than a Lachrymose leech swarm,With lyrics ill-articulated as my main man's either hand is,So drive off on that freeway of yours, hit eighty-eight, and vanish!Let your mouth stop running, Genghis; I'll not put up with being scoldedBy a freak who'd wed and patty-cake with a fourteen-year-old kid!Just like that "play", know the judgement I pass here is real and final:I'll summarily harpoon you; never cared much for fair trials.You're a Sham, threats emptier than Book the Sixth's elevator,Full of boasts about as credible as that Punctilio paper;Loonier than any Toon, if still believing that you'll win!Even your squalid girlfriend knows you're out; the all-black look is in!You'll soon fall flat, and then beas my lines steamroll you over;No amount of luck will keep you safe, so keep your four-leaf clover.Parting on a sour note, now, pardon if this sounds off-key……But you've met your doom, and I am very fortunate indeed!…Remember me; when I scarred children like your booksyou could?I've got a sharp eye out for openings to finish you for good!You never got those kids' dough, but I'll steal your life like infants' candy;I'm the Man! What, don't believe me? Just ask my old co-star, Bambi!Valiantly though you may try, you'll never pack the punch to stop me:I rank number one in Rottenness; you're more akin to Robbie!You can count on the Count going down for the count when he tries to step up to me,For he'll find that I'm far worse than just the way some artist drew me!Though your gloves are off, don't think me left helpless to your devices;I'll see your true form, and raise you the most ghastly of my guises…What's this, some ploy to distract from your choking?, you must be drunk; you're joking!Oh, I've not been drinking, but you'll shortly find that ITo let my loss be how the story goes here, I refuse;Now, any bombs you drop on me, however spicy, I'll defuse,For with the god of mischief on my side, I'm primed for striking back:A Dark Horse victory, unleashing Ragnarök upon this hack!An Oscar-worthy riot rocking this zoot suit, I've mastered fun;You're as exciting as Ben Stein, and charming as my bastard Son!For my gag-arsenal, your wack-ass Acme gadgetry's no match;Call me the Masque of the Green Death, and know your party's getting crashed!Forget a softie PG-13 schtick; I won't be holding back, see:Think a little less Tex Avery, and a whole lot more Ralph Bakshi!When you try to dance with me, you're gonna go chick-chicky-Watch me out-damage-deal your dismal Dip with nothing but balloons!I've got the Power like Nintendo, and this time things won't fall through:There'll be no bouncing back from this; no chance of resurrecting you!Pinhead, your hopes went down the drain the moment Big Head showed up onstage:Though you hail from funny papers, I'll put your face on the front page!Now,, I hadn't counted on; have I plunged down some rabbit hole?This forest seems to be some foreign realm, and it's no Sugar Bowl,But Baron Batshit Bug-Eyes breathes no more, so though completely lost,I've proven, still, that no cad's badder than this loathsome, lean, mean boss!You're naught but a babe here in my woods; unfit to stay afloat,Because you rap like Jason Funderburker's stuck down in your throat!I'm all about that operatic bass, and I'll beat you, no trouble:Snooze and dream of happy clouds as you're ensnared; save us a struggle.Ask Elijah Wood: I'm chilling as all nine Ringwraiths combined;Think you surpass me in the Vile Fiend Domain? You've lost your mind!All hope will shortly follow suit, and then your wayward soul, I'll burn;You'll have the sun inside a teacup sooner than you're home-returned,For I'm the greatest Unknown-Beast, no question, period, The End:A dream of besting me can't be achieved, so don't even pretend!Get it through your molasses-slow potato of a feeble head:WhatSam Ramey does with trees is sicker thanAh, what a lovely bunch of; by those stale raps, I'll not be swayed:I'll spit some funky freshness, melting them away like Adelaide!You took a page or eight from Slendy, but your chance is slimmer still:I'll soon succeed where Gaston failed, and bag myself one Beastly kill,You big, black, sluggish tortoise! I'm the hare, butstop in my tracks,And on your boasts, I've heard more truthful claims from rocks, and that's a fact!Think you can have your Woodsman cut me down? Though his axe may be deadly,He's no threat to me; Hell, I've killed one Chris Lloyd today already!Seems I've sold you slightly short; perhaps we ought to make a deal:Yield, and I may yet let your bones live on out in the potter's field.Surrender not, though, and you'll face a fate distinctly more Infernal,Trapped forever as a gnarled husk like Dante's Seventh Circle!I heard from a little birdie, named like Lemony's Lenore,That you're fueled by but fear and Treachery: a coward; nothing more!With that in mind, I'll make this Hallow's Eve your final Holy Night:Your number's up, Beast; call me Yzma, 'cause I'm snuffing out your light!What otherworldly place is, now? Though the gardens here are pretty,Something feels distinctly off, and I must get back to the city.I suppose I should consult whomever lives behind this doorOn reaching home again to reign as king of cruel forevermore!This It-girl doesn't clown around! Be Penny-wise: know you can't fight me, son,For I'm a straight-up giant; don't you even think you might be one!Unlike my so-called "husband", I'm the one who does the playingWhile making up this needle-sharp rap song about your coming slaying!Nothing can save you, brother, from an Other Mother's rhyming spree;I'll gouge your peepers plus your ankle, lock you up, and eat the key!The background choirs here sing gibberish, but this much is nonsense-free:You're living in another world if thinking you'll beat me!Any koumpounophobe will tell you: I'm thebutton-pusher,Though I coat nightmares with sugar, while you're subtle as a butcher!Gaiman's wackest wicked witch, I'm worse than's or's,'Cause I prey on little kids and pluck their eyes out like the Sandman!Listen, Mrs. Oogie Boogie: dissing me's one risky wager;Were I you, I'd sew my own mouth shut to do us both a favor.Cross my path, and I'll blindside you like some cat's claws in your face;Prove such a pain in your giraffe-neck that you'll have to wear a brace!I need no adder stone to see the holes in all your empty claims,And leave you whiter in the face than my two homegirls from your shame!Like all that you produce, your threat is mere illusion; all for show,And I'm more terrified of Sparky as Tim Burton's monsters go!Tim Burton didn't make, you sack of rats; what have you snorted?!"Why were you born?" Here's a better question: whyyouI'm a Vicious Fairy Devilmother, stopping all your motion;May have one hand down a well, but you're in deep as any ocean!Though I've only just moved in here, you'll find me quite fast-adapting,But this starving spirit-con-artist's mimicry's rather lacking,'Cause you're nothing like my mother! Namely, you aren't even dead,But here, I'll fix that: time to play some darts; the bullseye is your head!What cursed manner of dimension's, which I must now traverse?A seething void beyond time-space itself, this must be Hell, or worse,Yet as I face this fate, I know: my villainy outdoes all others'!Set out on a Cipher Hunt, and you're the one who'll turn to stone,Your frozen form then being discarded; you're unfit to serve my throne!Once my all-seeing eye's set upon you, there's no hiding from my schemes:You won't find refuge even in your most Vastly Fantastic Dreams!Your flat act's boring as my homeworld, and I'll burn you just the same,Straight-nuking your ass Dr. Strangelove style, and we'llmeet again!A loss you won't forget if hit by some McGucket neuralyzer:Next to me, you're but an infant; no time-travelled giant, either!Your crap crew's weak-willed and faithless; my Henchmaniacs are myriad!In terms of nightmare-fuel, I'm highest-tier on the Fearamid!Nobody orders me; my very nature is anarchical:Try fighting this triangle, man, and get smashed into particles!So, you know lots of things? Well, that phrase here means far from "all",For you don't grasp your situation's gravity; you're gonna fall!You think the stars' alignments on your side? I'd deeply beg to differ:There's no way you'll stump this Hydra when you couldn't kill little Dipper!Journals, hieroglyphs and dollars may all have your image plastered,But I'd say the one place youis on a jar of Planters,And for all your weirdness, what's confusingis showing hateTo he who slew your rival for arch-demon of the Oregon state!The Beldam's Hell-damned by your hand, but if you think that earns you slack,You're bubbled up in Olafland, where you've a Blind Eye turned to facts!Yet, you impress me; though this may seem a one-eighty, I'm being honest.Thus, I offer you a truce: here, take my hand, and let'son it!But of course!! I now control your inner-psyche…Well now, it seems you've found its contents much tooSay your prayers: it's time to shatter you with one punch like Saitama;Bring you back, not even some wack Aztec salamander's gonna.Clearly, Bill didn't hear my theme song; shouldn't have looked at utter darkness.Now, I'm back home, and it's settled: no scoundrel out there's more heartless!Thus, this series of events ends with my hard-earned victory:No dastard's mastery beats me!I show kids gruesome tales where children die, and I'm a total-You're an all-Forsaken Goner, facing personal apocalypse;Unworthy of sand-licking off the very boots I'll stomp you with!An oh-so-wicked-humored, nihilistic intellectual,I unbalanced the Earth's Terrains, and shook the skies, Celestial!My tier of skill's Divine; opposing me's no Comedy,'Cause when I want to watch the whole world burn, no joke, II'm last of the Empire, and the one-and-only God of Ruin:Casting down my light, exposing hope as a facade; illusion!Don't think me the mere stuff of some Caligari freakshow,For I'm far more fierce than any lion: just ask General Leo!Gestahl knows well how true villains handle useless, aging posers;In sheer cruelty, I surpass you, nay, make thattimes over!You may be one nasty son of a Gorgonian submariner,But my hate, hate, hate, hate, HATRED level's North of Roger Ebert's!Gamers screamed out by the hundreds as I laughed at Doma's doom,And if you think your poison plot was worse, thenthe one on 'shrooms.That Magitek's screwed up your brain, and you're without compassion hence,But stop dismissing all self-help, and read up on some fashion sense!The only diadem you're worthy of's your own enslaving crown;Without Ted Woolsey, you'd just translate to an irritating clown!The Goddess, Fiend and Demon stood deadlocked until they lost their might to me;The warring of this dyad, though, will be resolved decisively!Once Dancing Mad, I can't be matched; like life, your fight is futile:I'm an eightfold dragon, elements-imbued, you tiny Moogle!Vector's Formidable Deputy, from there, my status zoomed:Six-Winged Angel while that white-haired pretty boy was in the womb!What I destroyed couldn't be Returned, even when I was slain and crumbled,And the same goes for your roasted ego after this rogue royal rumble!…Yes, I: Lemony Snicket. 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