gridline studios - john madden vs professor oak lyrics
gridline rap battles
professor oak!
versus!
john madden!
begin!
madden:
alright, break! lineup! we only got four quarters
to take down some old man too scared to be a real explorer
ya got a lot to learn before you step to the pros
its as much in the heart as it is the x’s and o’s
so here’s a guy who studied pocket freaks all his life
who sends a kid away so he can bang a widowed wife
your best invention’s an index and you still miss some info
like don’t stick your head out of a moving car window
i thought of thousands of plays and plans for each game
you learned 150 critters but not your grandson’s name
that’s thе end of my verse, lеmme give ya the rundown
i scored first on your ass: an opening drive touchdown!
oak:
h+llo! and welcome to the world of battle raps
i’m professor oak: fly enough to dish out wing attacks
when i rhyme you decide between getting flamed, drowned, or vine whipped
you only touch down when you drop a bag of chips
oh? thats new, my pokedex just tracked an intrusion
an overweight, lazy batard…a snorlax evolution!
you’ll feel the wrath when you’re spinning like a poliwhirl
but with those b00bs, i can’t tell if you’re a boy or a girl
madden:
i got the cutting edge to chop oak down to size
you can’t win a rap battle if you don’t flow on the mic
i’ll knock you on your ass like wham! bang! boom!
i’m rocking more bootlegs than you got in kids bedrooms
your studies get put to shame when a child claimed your fame
so get your head out your ass and get your head in the game!
oak:
hey, you, drinkachu! you’re about to get zapped
when i pick my opponent, me and my pokemon snap!
i already said i’m fly, so you must’ve had enough of me
if not, i’ll be flipping the squares like it’s puzzle league!
for a color commentator, you seem pretty pale
and when ea’s in the game, that’s an automatic fail!
now your fame was raided before you knew what was happening
even got kicked off the box art, it must be maddening!
i roll like a voltorb, sparking tracks with my rhymes
you’ve been super bowled over, the box score never lies!
who won?
who’s next?
you decide!
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