Lyrics JT Machinima – Thanos vs Darkseid Rap Battle

Time to drive a Titan mad, break his will with blinding hate
Who would murder half a universe? I’d rather wipe the slate
I’ll collapse your fragile reality, drag you into my dark abyss
Hit you with the wrath of a god, because they call me the walkin’ Apokolips

My intelligence makes any other’s irrelevant
So navigating this, I have a certain air of arrogance
You would never dare admit, that this could be defeat
You claim that you’re immortal, I know death would disagree
Really everything that’s in this world it needs a balance
Take this for example, only one can leave the challenge
I can snap you into dust, so trust me when I say
That I’m only toying with you and your silly mega rays

You were born one ugly duckling, nothing next to the god of evil
I personify the darkest side of all the awful people
Far from peaceful — hostile, lethal, my avatar is hardly equaled
Wanna see my true form? It’s colossal, you are small and feeble
I can use my intellect instead of fists for battling
Since the glove fits, admit — you’re guilty of bedazzling
I can read your thoughts Thanos, I know you’re hopin’ I don’t mention
That your gauntlet doesn’t operate outside your low dimension

Born in the shadows, I’ve seen some dark times
So forgive me if I laugh when they call you «Darkseid»
Murder is a game, only better with the gems
Change whatever cuz the power of the gauntlet never ends
Here pick a stone, you can choose how you die
Should I hurl you into space, take your soul as you fly

I’ll kick your purple ass black and blue with hands behind my back
And wreck you with an omega beam that’ll track your atoms — hide from that
No one’s holding breath for your success with death as you court her
You’re obsessed so let Desaad get you two close with torture
There are no variables in the anti-life equation’s formula
I’ll subtract you from existence — no one will be mourning ya
Boom tube you into my dimension then I’ll end you
I have galaxies to harvest, don’t you have crops to tend to?

Do you feel formidable, your every hit is pitiful
And I’m not pulling punches, every organ hit is critical
Found the stone for lyrical but now the flow’s invincible
And every bar that passes is a murder for the syllables
You think I give a damn about you crushing a ring
I could make you mine, nothing more than puppet and string
And then it’s all done and the battle is calm
I’ma use you as a fertilizer back on my farm