User blog:The Flatwoods Monster/Insane Clown Posse vs Marilyn Manson. Epic Rap Battles of Horror Season 5

Occasionally, I give you guys battles that you actually suggested to keep you in a trance-like state of believing you actually decide. This is one of those cases. I know jack shit about music other than being a totally closeted Ke$ha fan. However, nonetheless, I went through with this idea for one reason; FUCKING INSANE CLOWN POSSE. These bastards are a real treat. They're like a parody of themselves except they're actually for real. If Mit ever picks up his old music series, I really hope he does these guys vs fucking Blood on the Dance Floor or some shit lmfao. So anyways this suggestion mostly comes from TKandMit himself, in homage to his previously mentioned retired-before-it-started series, Epic Rap Battles of Music. It features heavy metal artist and resident freakshow, Marilyn Manson, rapping against clown-themed god-awful rap duo, Insane Clown Posse, composed of Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J, to see who's the better artist to base their styles and appearances off of the horror genre. This one was a lot of fun to write at some points and also absolute hell to write at others. Idk what it is but writing for real life people is weirdly difficult for me (even more-so since tZK vs JtR was a cakewalk to write.) That being said, this battle is not connected to the story, bc how the fuck would it be, but there's still a story bit at the end that you can scroll directly past.

i gave up on the pictures for the intro and outro bc not worth it and also really kinda ugly. I think I don't have anything else to say, so enjoy.

I also dedicate this battle to Trixter. She has nothing to do with it, but ayy, it's battle #77 and she likes that number I think so there you go

Key
Marilyn Manson is this color

Shaggy 2 Dope is this color

Violent J is this color

Beat:



Intro
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HORROR!



VS!



BEGIN!

Marilyn Manson:
Two Choklit Cows are in route to wind up as chow in my Slaughterhouse,

Catch a Parental Advisory; I’m the music your momma’s warn you about!

The flyest Messiah’s mixed lyrics Rise with violence most vile to rile your style

Ask any scientist whose rhymes are sick; nihilist biased pricks, or the anti-christ, bitch!

You’re two cum-guzzling fuck buddies snuggling and chugging who fuckin’ knows

While I’m slugging two nut-lovers in the jugular like I was juggling a pair of Juggalos

You homo bros want to go toe to toe? I’ll show Violent Gay and Faggy who’s Dope-r

When you’re up in smoke after I roast these blokes harder than the Jokerr!

You’re mere Wraith’s versus the Devil of my own churches stories

Lost and Found; Your fame was meme based, went from Obscurity to Purgatory

Facing ME? At least your name never claimed to be neurotypical...

But you surviving this primed rhyme would take a motherfucking miracle!

Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J :
ICP are tourin’! And I got a theory on why this morbid poor kid

Raps like a fuckin’ abortion! Maybe it's cause of his five fucking divorces!

So step into the House of Horrors, and marvel at our lyrics arsenal,

B e f o r e y o u ’ r e g r o u n d t o p a r t i c l e s b y t h e R i n g m a s t e r s o f t h e D a r k C a r n i v a l !

The scary Mary Had A Little Lamb that turned into a cult following,

For the shoddy toddler clogged with body paint, but This Isn’t Halloween!

In one verses time, you brought worse rhymes than any of your screamo mix,

As YOU’RE the result of a kid saying “It’s not just a phase!” and meaning it!

I’ll Rob this Ozzy Zombie and make him wish he was never Os-born

So Warner best be warned, you’ll get torn worse than your own mom’s scorn

You call yourself the Godhead but you’re not even good enough to be a Devil

Bitch, e v e n f u c k i n g m a g n e t s a r e n ' t a t t r a c t e d t o y o u r k i n d o f M e t a l !

Marilyn Manson:
You copy my every move, but imitation from hatchet packing faggots isn’t flattery,

While people laugh at your stagnant rap hits, I’m charged like an aggravated battery!

You lame hoes think you aren’t fake foes? You must be loaded on cocaine, bro,

But you still aren’t higher than Shaggy’s weight goes! You gettin’ payloads in Faygo?

So take notes, I massacre a haggler and his scary Fieri looking baby,

Who starts martial matters with Marshal Mathers when he took the Slim but left the Shady!

And then you bombed your own genre! Looks like you weren’t ready for the Mosh Pit

Your fame is Homestuck when these cockless hobbits are only known from a web comic!

Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J:
Your rapping style’s mOBSCENE, but your collabs are no less awkward,

Hearin’ you scream to beats with Lavigne is like Nine Inch Nails on a chalk board!

We walk the Psycho’s Path! Stackin’ a Axe of raps prepped for this lamb’s slaughter,

A n d w e ’ r e f u c k i n ’ a n u n l u c k y d u c k a s i f w e w e r e y o u r g r a n d f a t h e r !

O n l y w a y y o u ’ d l e a v e u s s l i t i s b y h o w e d g y y o u r p r i c k i s h f a n b a s e i s

B e a t i n g t h i s b i t c h i s a b i g g e r p i e c e o f p i e t h a n w h a t w e ’ l l m a k e o f t h i s P i g !

These clowns aren't in the food business but we’ll still serve you a diss

You got a Big Mac bitch smack when you could’ve used a McRib!

( W h o o p w h o o p ! )

Announcer:
WHO WON?

WHO'S NEXT?

YOU DECIDE!

EPIC RAP...

(Announcer takes a deep breath.)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

BATTLES OF HORROR!

Story
(This is basically all foreshadowing for future battles.)

Max sat motionless. In front of her stood a gigantic cardboard plank, filled with pictures with lines connecting to one another. She kept an intense gaze as Chloe watched from behind, wondering if she was ever going to stand up.

“You, uh… you getting anywhere with that?” She asked concerningly.

“Shut up, shut up” Max snapped back, “I think I’m getting somewhere.”

“Well, don’t rush it. It’s not like you’ve got a deadline before…”

And with that, there was a large crash sounded from outside. Max and Chloe shared a quick glance before running out the door, grabbing their jackets on the way. Stepping outside, they stared up in amazement as clouds formed unnaturally fast in a circular shape. They turned light grey. Then, dark. Darker. As dark a color as any human could imagine. But still, even darker.

(Elsewhere…)

Norman fled quickly down the streets of the seemingly abandoned city, books and papers flying out of his open book bag as he and Neil fled. Aggie stayed not far behind them, sending shockwaves through hoards of bumbling corpses as they drew nearer.

Seething, rotting and moaning, a vast collection of the brainless undead that seemed to only grow in size the longer they existed stumbled through the ghost, fully unaware of her own existence as she fruitlessly zapped them more and more.

Norman eventually fully ditched his bookbag, not taking a second to look behind him until he heard the unmistakable sound of Neil tripping and falling down. Quickly backtracking, he ran to his friend’s aid, taking his arm and pulling against him with all his weight. The larger boy stood up, but the two didn’t make it very far.

Stopping Norman in his tracks, a large cracking sound was heard as the very fabric of reality in front of him split in two. Tentacles seemed their way through the crack and opened the tear even wider, revealing a gigantic eyeball. Glowing yellow bricks formed together from the side as a jolly triangle entity flew in from the tear.

“WELL, WELL, WELL. IF IT ISN’T MARKY MARK AND THE FREAKY BUNCH!”

Norman only responded with a confused look as he too fell to the ground, stumbling backwards. He got back to his feet as the triangle demon peered into his soul.

“I GOTTA TELL YOU, YOU’VE BEEN A REAL TREAT TO WATCH, KID!” The triangle laughed, spinning a cane that just materialized out of thin air. “IT’S GONNA BE REAL FUN TO WATCH YOU CROAK.”

The triangle looked onward and saw the approaching masses.

“HA! LOOKS LIKE YOU’VE GOT A STRICT TIME LIMIT. OH WELL, HOPE YOU DON’T MIND A LITTLE WRENCH IN YOUR PLANS.”

Norman nervously glanced behind him as the hoards grew nearer.

The devious triangle pointed his finger indignantly at Norman, who wore a confused expression once again.

“AND BY THAT I MEAN… DIE.”

A blue lazer formulated out of the triangle’s finger, firing down to an evasive Norman who fled just in time. Leaving a searing imprint on the concrete, the laser bounced upwards and into the crowd, destroying two of the approaching undead.

“YOU’RE A FEISTY ONE, AREN’TCHA?” The monster laughed as he charged another shot. “I’M BASICALLY DOING YOU A FAVOR.”

This time, tentacles split out of the concrete, holding Norman and Neil in place and tying them together.

“SEE YOU ON THE FAR SIDE, THEN.” He repeated, pointing his finger once more, “JUST KIDDING. I’LL NEVER SEE YOU AG-”

Before he could finish, a gigantic bolt of lightning struck the demon in his one glaring eyeball, sending him spinning backwards before he could get a hold of himself.

“WHAT?!” He proclaimed angrily, rubbing his eye. “WHO DID THAT?!”

Standing in front of a makeshift energy wall, Agatha shot forward another bolt that fried the tentacles holding Norman and Neil together.

“Run.” She demanded. The two took a minute to gather their thoughts before quickly fleeing.

“NOT SO FAST!” The pyramid struck back, producing another crack in the spacetime continuum. “YOU GUYS PLAY WITH THIS HOOLIGAN. OLD WITCH AGGIE AND I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT DATE.”

Out of the crack stepped a large leg, as long, grey fingers foreshadowed the arrival of the upcoming monster. The demon lifted his hand as a blue energy surrounded Agatha. He snapped, and the ghost was sent flying into the sky. “SEEYA AROUND, FREAKSHOWS.” He laughed, teleporting up to meet with his opponent in the sky.

Outro


Who won? Marilyn Manson Insane Clown Posse

HINT DEDUCTION:

Eye and Peas: The eyes are looking at the peas. Erego, "Eye See Peas" or "ICP," initials of "Insane Clown Posse."

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