The Fountainhead v. Lady Manhattan - Rap Battle

Showeranon:

I am a groove merchant; pitch man of the microphone
Like good ol' Billy Mays but with a slightly more gangster tone
You roll up to my house in your newly leased Hummer
And you tryin' to cut my shower. Let's see some license there, plumber!
My tongue's sharp like a sword and I'm here to articulate, and I don't mean to hate
But your brazen offenses are warranting revolt
And in Guerrilla-like fashion I'mma whip out my Colt
45 and get live, smokin' wools and drinkin' beer
While you standin' there deaf to what I'm kickin' in your ear
The clan, they made a point, and while CREAM rules the Wu
It's just Showeranon whole rules errything around you

atomic:

You may be the merchant by you’re being out sold
for I have stepped up to mark you as told
If you’re in it to shower then let’s get wet
for I haven’t even begun as of yet
your tongue's bout as sharp as the edge of a sphere
for now I’m the one you should fear
don’t bring up guerrilla because this is war
and I have arrived to settle the score
water you waiting for get out of the tub
dry off before I continue to drub
it’s seems your shower has you trapped in a fog
because you cower while I continue to lyrically flog
grab your towel saunter home
for my words will continue to bubble and foam
you’ve dropped your beat faster than that bar of soap
I’ll leave you hanging at the end of this rope

Showeranon:

Why don't you do us all a favor and start to wrangle your rope
Just like Elmore but lackin' the beard's what I hope
Or perhaps I got you wrong; do I have you mispegged?
Has that skirt been an illusion to conceal your third leg?
Yeah I'm soakin' wet 'n' sudsy; I'm a slippery chum
And I invite you every day to step up and get some
I'll served you up like lutefisk in the basement of the church
And on your way out the door, make sure you pick up some merch
See, 'cause unlike you who be cryin' all "Boo hoo"
When I finish my set all the homies 'like "That's coo'."
Can't compete, I'm just that sweet, you think you lockin' me beat?
Check your swag at the door and just come into my suite
You be mockin' my habits but I remind you I have this
Grasp of esoteric shit and all you got's a tablet
I whip the words in the ass and then grab 'em by the balls
You frontin' with slang that's been dead and hit yo head into walls!
Call me the Secretary, 'cause I'm about to do some filin'
This little bitch neurton gettin' jumped while I be stylin'!

atomic:

I may not have a dick but I’m more manly than you
you’re practically marinating in a tearful roux
don’t call me chum, pal
and as for stepping up I shall
funny you say church because you better start praying
for it’s your end I’m set to conveying
so get on your knees and express your unease
as your answers to my challenge have left me displeased
I’ll draw and quarter you before the night is through
I’m positively set on destroying you
your number is up, I’m more dangerous than a dose of plutonium
so lets put it all on the table and unleash pandemonium

Showeranon:

No, let me clear the table; it's my night to do the dishes
I spun it on the chore wheel right next to fuckin' bitches which is
My plan for evenin' so I'm sorry to say
That I'm booked solid and I wish that I could play
But you're a sociopath, just do the math
'Fore I unleash the wrath, and my hammer of God
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah be kickin' in my back seat
While I be ridin' shotgun polishing all of my Grammies
You got what? Nothin' and you're getting depleted
You try to form up like Voltron with no hands and feet to complete it
And I seed it like a torrent run from an Azerus line
You stream your animes inside while I'm out dressed to the nines
Armani suits and Gucci with a Rolex on my wrist
I ain't got no holes to fill with rocks the just gettin' me pissed
And though I show no inclination to the Five Percent Nation
I got Starky Love and Meth in my crib; no invitation!
What? You think you're displeased? You're a tease!
You try and tantalize the masses and put me down on my knees,
I don't need to pray for me but I'll put in a word for you
You're gonna need it postmortem when this tussle gets through
And It's true that although I'm not most masculine
Or hetero, I'll have you know I can but a knife right through your abdomen
Don't see no Godhood gracin' your corpse bleak and fallin'
Yeah, try and resurrect when Showeranon's this ballin'.