[ROCKSTAR RAP OFF!!!] Rose, M.J and Ozzy (vs) Slash, Hendrix and Clapton

(Axl Rose rap)

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE, PUNK, WHERE I'M ABOUT TO BURN,
SOME AMATEUR GUITARISTS, SO LISTEN UP AND LEARN!

I'VE GOT THE WORLD OF G'N'R, RIGHT UNDER MY THUMB,
AND IT'S TIME THEY ALL REALLY KNEW, WHOSE MUSIC IS DUMB,

YOU'RE JUST A FRIZZY HAIRED GUITARIST, SITTIN ALL ALONE,
 IN A TOP HAT, LOOKIN LIKE MR. BROWNSTONE.

YOU KNOW THE TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGIN, I'M DRIVIN YOU INSANE,
I'M LEAVING YOU BROKE, IN THE COLD NOVEMBER RAIN

(Slash rap)

GET READY FOR A THROW DOWN, YOU RED HAIRED PUNK!
LET ME SHOW YOU TO THE DOOR, YA HAZY EYED DRUNK,

HEY AXL, LET ME TAKE YOU DOWN TO PARADISE CITY,
WHERE THE GINGERS LIVE IN A POOL OF PITY!

AIN'T NO WAY YOU CAN HANDLE ALL OF THIS,
IT'S GOOD MUSIC 101, YOU ARE DISMISSED!

IT'S ABOUT TO GET FURIOUS, AXL, STEP BACK A FEW,
SAY HELLO TO KURT COBAIN, I BID YOU ADIEU.


[ROUND 2]

(Micheal Rap)

GET READY LITTLE BOY, BECAUSE I BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW,
THE NAME IS M.J, THE KING OF POP'S READY TO GO!

I INVENTED THE MOONWALK, YOU PLAYED WITH YOUR LEFT HAND,
TO THE KING OF POP, YOU'RE A MERE GARAGE BAND,

YOU'VE GOT PEOPLE LINING UP TO JUST VISIT YOUR GRAVE,
GOT 40 MILLION FACEBOOK FANS, ON YOUR KNEES KNAVE,

CAUSE TONIGHT THE KING OF POP HAS NOT YET SMILED,
ON THE UN-ROYAL LIKES OF THE VOODOO CHILD,

(Jimi Hendrix rap)

I'LL CHOP YOU DOWN LIKE A MOUNTAIN, WITH THE EDGE OF MY HAND
WHEN YOU STEP IN THE RED HOUSE, IT'S GUITAR I COMMAND!

THERE AIN'T NO SUCH THING AS DEAD ROCK N ROLL,
NOW THAT YOU'RE DEAD, POP TOOK THE TOLL,

HATER, ITS HIGH TIME THAT YOU KNEW YOUR PLACE,
BETTER BEEF UP YOUR MOVES, JUST IN CASE.

IT'S TIME TO PLAY, KING OF POP ARE YOU READY FOR THIS?
I'LL BURN YOU LIKE A GUITAR, SEND YOU TO THE ABYSS!

[ROUND 3]

(Ozzy Rap)

ALL ABOARD THE CRAZY TRAIN WHERE I DON'T WANNA STOP,
BURNIN GUITARISTS UP, LIKE OLD BOXTOPS,

I'LL BARK AT THE MOON AND BITE OFF YOUR HEAD,
GET IN TOUCH WITH YOUR INNER SHRED,

OH PLEASE, DON'T EVEN TRY TO START A WAR,
EVEN YOUR OWN FANS SEE YOU AS A BORE,

I'LL JUST SAY NOW, I BIT YOUR HEAD LIKE A SHARK,
YOUR RAPS ARE NOTHING BUT A SHOT IN THE DARK.

(Eric Clapton rap)

LAYLA! WATCH ME BEAT THIS DRUGGED PUNK UP!
CAN I PLAY A CLEAN SHOW... UHHHHH, YUP!

I'VE GOT HANDS OF GOLD WHEN I TOUCH THE FRETBOARD
MAKING MONEY WITH THE STRUM OF EVERY CHORD!

I GOT SCALES LIKE A MADMAN AND A LICENCE TO KILL,
IT TAKES MORE THAN THEORY TO MATCH MY SKILL,

WELL PRINCE OF DARKNESS, YOUR FANBASE NOW CORRODES,
WHILE I SIT ON 100 MIL. DOWN AT THE CROSSROADS!