User blog:Tigerisnormal/Tiger's ERB Mashup

So... uhh... I was bored... and came up with this... heh...

ERB Mashup, by Tigerisnormal
Carl, stay back, this is gonna get badass over here plus I've got your back, Nye, why? I rap sharp like a needle in your eye see through you like pantyhose (oh!) you don't really want to step to da Vinci. I love the ladies, I like to keep it mellow like some cadmium yellow. I'm a bright like titanium white kind of fellow in yellow who will be pedaling like hell no, you ain't seen nothing yet! Made you needed a movement, cause you're so full of shit! Why'd you name your company after your dick bibliography! See, I'm the author with the blood and gore lore that'll horrify a reader to the core! Fame, money, talent, success? You'll always have less. Never say never? You'll never be forgetting! I've crafted masterpieces that will last throughout the ages! Your music gets you bitches on your Facebook this jerk just beats off on a page! Oh, you want to talk shop, you gothed-out fop? Go back to Hot borsch when I'm crushing these beats. Blow it up like a tuba, while I'm balls, you couldn't be my caddy! My style's ice cold! I spit diamonds, but I'm serving by Englishmen. You're a wach vigilante black guy, Hayden Planetary fly. By the way, the answer to your little trees. Call me Jackson Pallock, because I splatter emcee from DC! With one breath. Cause you've chosen the path of a selfish man, with Tiny Timmy away from me, don't even touch me! I don't shake hands, I don't shake hands, I don't make fans! I ruin pirates faster than Johnny Depp did. I had syphilis, yeah, well you're a huge dick! You blow, Jobs, you arrogant prick, with your second hand jeans and your turtle and I turn him into mincemeat. You don't really? How'd you get beat by a dude named Longshanks? You hot dogged, and he cut off your bean franks? I'm money, I'm an educated gentleman. So join or die, with no one to love you and no one to cry! Alone by yourself on the bed of your death of a salesman. Hi, Billy Mays here, with a special TV offer! Watch me crush this bald, fat, foppish founding father of your country, but I'm your daddy issues make the Jackson Five look like the Family Circus! You may have been a genius, always so serious. I know, you must be on your Blue Period! Your work is melancholy laughingstock, in the King's baby, let the one King rule! You're a creeper, dude, you like to grab your own wanger! I only let you marry my daughter, she came to me. I took her to my Neverlands! Even Jay-Z knows what a pimp, best moves at the ball! McGlaven, McGliven, McSchool with the tip of my two sai! Uhh, Donatello! Hard shell, but you're gross in the middle. Wouldn't want to touch you with a six-foot chisel. Born! You got your knickers in a twist, while you're sucking on my piccadilly, but I'm a lot lot difference between you and me, Willy. I fought till I was actually free your willy! Later, weirdos, Elvis is leaving the build to sit down and pay his taxes. Fact is, you're a hack, whack QVZ joke. You pedal soap that cleans bird shit I took, high on LSD! I'm John Lennon took Trotsky out of the picture. Dropped the hammer on you harder than I bitch, let me give you a tour! By the way, your wife, my own son Goku, I kaio-ken get it done! When I see your movies, all I do is watch the Castle Rock! Pouty little Poe's poems pwn posers! I wrote 'em locked in a cave, while I sobbed in a rage. The Tell-Tale Heart. Bah, humbug! Your raps don't unnerving. Perving on your first. You should jot down these words, plagiarize my whole verse! Leave your thought on the door, like the real Martin Luther. I'm not thinking you think I haven't heard those things before? You're just a bully who's too scared to go to war! You had a hit song! Sorry, Wright brothers, and there can't be no other. We don't wanna cause trouble, are you looking like a stiffer white dick than your monument! I'll knock you the fuck out mate, you died owning slaves, I died setting men free! That's the highland way, this powdered prick couldn't beat me in a Foot, but it won't go well when you catch an Italian boot to the half-shell!

To be continued in, like, a day.