Testo di 'Stephen King VS Edgar Allan Poe' di Epic Rap Battles Of History

[Edgar Allan Poe]
Once upon a midnight dreary
As I spit this weak and weary
I will choke this joker
With a trochee till his cheeks are teary (ahh!)
But y'all don't hear me, all should fear me
I'll forever be better
You'll never be near me
Your books are as eerie as Beverly Cleary!
You're a faux Bram Stoker
So scram, the show's over
Your flow's so-so
Poe's poems pwn posers (snap!)
I wrote 'em locked in a cave
While I sobbed in a rage
The Tell-Tale Heart beats soft in its grave
While this jerk just beats off on a page

[Stephen King]
You wanna talk shop
You gothed-out fop?
Go back to Hot Topic and shop for a top
There's a melancholy alcoholic laughing stock
In the King's house, now watch the Castle Rock
Pouty little poet with an opiate affliction
I'm a workaholic with a fiction addiction
I'm making dedicated readers shivery and jittery
Feel that Rage and Misery
You better start Running Man
You're in deep poo, Poe
I'm a mad dog
Fangs Shining
Cujo
Tommyknock you down till you can't Stand up
You're as soft as Po: the Kung Fu Panda
Racks on racks cause I pen fat stacks of frightening writing
Have you seen the pile?
I can even take a break from my routine style
Crank out a Shawshank or a Green Mile
Masque of the Red Death? Barely blood-curdling
Pit and the Pendulum? Not even unnerving
Perving on your first cousin when she's thirteen years old?
Now that's disturbing

[Edgar Allan Poe]
Stephen, you pretend to do what I've been really living through
Like misery and poverty and family woes
I see through you like pantyhose
Doing Chappelle and Simpson cameos (ahh!)
Even if you're gripping on a weapon
Then you better get to stepping
If you're messing with the horror lord
In a minute maybe I'mma hit him
Cut him into itty bitty bits and I'mma
Stick 'em in the floorboards!

[Stephen King]
Speaking of bored, you're the worst
Dropped out of school but you can't drop a verse
I could have spent that time better
In eight bars I can write a whole best-seller
I'm so prolific, this sickly goblin won't be bothering me
I'm on a clobbering spree
And I'll be smacking you with any of the
Big thick books in my big dick bibliography
See, I'm the author with the blood and gore lore galore
That'll horrify a reader to the core
Fame? Money? Talent? Success?
You'll always have less (never more)