Tuesday, 28 December 2021

Written Rap Battles of Literature: Aerith Gainsborough vs Eliza Doolittle

 AERITH GAINSBOROUGH

It’s the battle of the flower girls and it’s me who’s gonna win

‘Cos I’d always be far better than this boohooing din.

I don’t need no elocution to see through your ruse

You, a Duchess? Ha, I’m definitively amused.

I’m the last of the Cetra, you’re a whiny waste

You only ever got married in haste.

Your author hated you and Freddy being shipped.


ELIZA DOOLITTLE

If Emlyra had done her duty by you as a mother should

You would have known better than to knock on wood. 

So move your bloomin arse! I’m the one who’s winning

It’s the Duchess who always wins the third inning!

You always try to be loose and slack

But you didn’t look up when Seffie stabbed you in the back.

AERITH GAINSBOROUGH

If you had bollocks, I'd have ripped them off.

Your lack of agency is certainly worth a laugh

I'll tear off your George Bernard Shawl

Like your deleted scenes, I'll limit your whorl.

Got kicked out by your stepmum, your dad hates you

Lissen Grove evidently execrates you.

Your lack of agency is very bad for your character.

Bullied by Higgins, who was unrepentant after.

You silly girl, stop trying to be all sprightly.

Think you're gonna win? Not bloody likely!

ELIZA DOOLITTLE

You ain't exactly a feminist icon yerself, love

Better get yourself a taxi and get yerself in, guv.

Your romance with Cloud was an helpless case

The ultimate White Magic was a wild goose chase!

Your planet would have been destroyed without luck

Cos as a magic user, you damned bloody well suck!

Too damn good for this sinful earth, I should think

The only thing you're good at is wearing pink.

WHO WON?

WHO'S NEXT?

WE'LL SEE!

Written Rap Battles of Literature: Fiver vs Sibyl Trelawney

 PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY

If this weakling wants a war, it's a war he shall get!

In terms of who's a better psychic, I've no cause for regrets

Born the runt of the litter, you can't fight to save your life

And yet somehow, you wound up bagging a wife!

Your seizures and dreams pale in comparison to me

On the 26th of October, the Black Rabbit will come for thee

So stay away from me, familiar stranger,

Or else you will be in grave danger!

FIVER

Silflay hraka, you demonic lass

I don't need a pocket watch to kick your arse

Your prophecies are a joke, devoid of weight

So - get out! - at least my rhymes are doing great!

I prophesied the destruction of Sandleford Warren

You ended up fired at the hands of a bitchy moron!

Without Dumbledore, you'd be nothing, you chive

You need to get out of Hogwarts and get a bloody life!

PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY

I'm so sorry, dear boy, was that a verse? Must've dozed off

That being said, your verses make me laugh! You're alone

Even your warren doubts your prophecies till it's too late

Even your gender politics are long out of date!

Hrairoo me old man, you're long in your grave, you

Your film is better, and even Netflix couldn't save you.

FIVER

You can leave now or you can be destroyed

This bunny ain't something with which you can toy

Call me Nick, when I steal your artistic integrity

Like your authors, when she compromised her levity.

Keehar and Hazel would really like a word

Cos in terms of magicks, you're utterly absurd!

WHO WON?

WHO'S NEXT?

WE'LL SEE!