Legend57 - Will Smith vs Vincent Van Gogh. Epic Rap Battles: Video Games vs History.
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{verse 1: will smith}
The name's chris rock. i'm about to bring the smackdown
I might call you "puss", 'cause you'll have a panic attack now
Back down, i'm about to get mad angry
Look me in the eyes and tell me: "are you messing with me?" (ooooo)
Homicide or not, these rumors are really odd
What are you, some kind of suicide fraud?
They call me the fresh prince; i royally rock the mic
But i'll leave your ass like chris; how's that for a starry night?
{verse 2: vincent van gogh & depression}
My name is vince the paintеr. i'm glad to see you with me
Got some secrеts of my own, but let's just let it be
Heart of an artist. bitch, i'm going hardest
You might make me sad, but my art's better when i'm depressed
Shut the fuck up, van gogh. go back to making paintings
You'll never match the cash or rap attacks that will is making
Hiding and covering up, the truth is not a serve
You thought that you were cooking? i'll make you eat your words!
{bridge: will smith & vincent van gogh}
Keep my wife's name out of your fucking mouth!
Well, about that, will
I'm sorry, will
I'm fucking her now
{verse 3: jada pinkett smith, will smith & depression}
That's right, will. i'm afraid that it's true
I've been sleeping with van gogh and loving it, too
While, i stand by my acts done behind these doors
There are two sides of the story; so let me hear yours
Jada! how dare you forsake me like this?!
Think about the effect this will have on our kiss!
It seems like smith is letting those bitches slack off
I'll be at your funeral, laughing my ass off!
{verse 4: will smith}
Shut up! you're giving me a fucking migrane, you cunt
If i wanted to listed to depression rap, i'd put some ka--
If i wanted to listed to depression rap, i'd put some kid cudi on
This next verse took a whole year to make happen
'cause whenever i'm not thinking of lyrics... i'm rapping them!
Don't fuck with will smith, might kill a bitch
Don't rock with this? i'm pissed, you prick
You dick, you foe, you make me sick
You just got dissed by the fresh prince
*standing ovation*
{verse 5: vincent van gogh}
If i could interject with a few thoughts of my own
I understand that you're scared, but you don't have to go through this alone
I'm worried about your mental health, and how you duck my calls
Is it really a wonder that your wife went to suck my balls?
Peace and tolerance are the true tenants to a happy life
So, while i symphatise with your pain, depression is not how i want to live my life
Thank you for your time, will. i hope you learn to overcome your doubts
I'll be taking my leave through this door now; van "gogh" out
{outro: jaden smith, terminator, announcer, & professor koelpin (jared natsis)}
Yes, i might be gay, but i could still get more pussy than you
Hey guys i-- (said that i would be back later...)
Professor koelpin!
If you're lookin' for a battle, you picked the wrong prof
You don't know what happens when koelpin gets ticked off
I'm rappin' real subjects, so you can take a walk
I teach history and religion, you teach... how to t-- (*autotuned baby cry*)
(wraagh!! oh, shi-- wraaaghh!!)
{verse 1: will smith}
The name's chris rock. i'm about to bring the smackdown
I might call you "puss", 'cause you'll have a panic attack now
Back down, i'm about to get mad angry
Look me in the eyes and tell me: "are you messing with me?" (ooooo)
Homicide or not, these rumors are really odd
What are you, some kind of suicide fraud?
They call me the fresh prince; i royally rock the mic
But i'll leave your ass like chris; how's that for a starry night?
{verse 2: vincent van gogh & depression}
My name is vince the paintеr. i'm glad to see you with me
Got some secrеts of my own, but let's just let it be
Heart of an artist. bitch, i'm going hardest
You might make me sad, but my art's better when i'm depressed
Shut the fuck up, van gogh. go back to making paintings
You'll never match the cash or rap attacks that will is making
Hiding and covering up, the truth is not a serve
You thought that you were cooking? i'll make you eat your words!
{bridge: will smith & vincent van gogh}
Keep my wife's name out of your fucking mouth!
Well, about that, will
I'm sorry, will
I'm fucking her now
{verse 3: jada pinkett smith, will smith & depression}
That's right, will. i'm afraid that it's true
I've been sleeping with van gogh and loving it, too
While, i stand by my acts done behind these doors
There are two sides of the story; so let me hear yours
Jada! how dare you forsake me like this?!
Think about the effect this will have on our kiss!
It seems like smith is letting those bitches slack off
I'll be at your funeral, laughing my ass off!
{verse 4: will smith}
Shut up! you're giving me a fucking migrane, you cunt
If i wanted to listed to depression rap, i'd put some ka--
If i wanted to listed to depression rap, i'd put some kid cudi on
This next verse took a whole year to make happen
'cause whenever i'm not thinking of lyrics... i'm rapping them!
Don't fuck with will smith, might kill a bitch
Don't rock with this? i'm pissed, you prick
You dick, you foe, you make me sick
You just got dissed by the fresh prince
*standing ovation*
{verse 5: vincent van gogh}
If i could interject with a few thoughts of my own
I understand that you're scared, but you don't have to go through this alone
I'm worried about your mental health, and how you duck my calls
Is it really a wonder that your wife went to suck my balls?
Peace and tolerance are the true tenants to a happy life
So, while i symphatise with your pain, depression is not how i want to live my life
Thank you for your time, will. i hope you learn to overcome your doubts
I'll be taking my leave through this door now; van "gogh" out
{outro: jaden smith, terminator, announcer, & professor koelpin (jared natsis)}
Yes, i might be gay, but i could still get more pussy than you
Hey guys i-- (said that i would be back later...)
Professor koelpin!
If you're lookin' for a battle, you picked the wrong prof
You don't know what happens when koelpin gets ticked off
I'm rappin' real subjects, so you can take a walk
I teach history and religion, you teach... how to t-- (*autotuned baby cry*)
(wraagh!! oh, shi-- wraaaghh!!)
