CHARLIE CHAPLIN VS. BUSTER KEATON
(Nice Peter as Buster Keaton and Epic Lloyd as Charlie Chaplin)
You're Living a Dog’s life! I am better than you in every way
I’m the Great Dictator, Charlie Chaplin, and I’m here to stay
I’m busting your balls, Buster, and this is more painful than lung cancer
You’re a trance-stance prancing alcoholic dancer, by chance?
My middle name is Spencer, cause I’m dispensing these sick rhymes
I have fans of all kinds, all you have are mimes
You're The Kid! I’m a New York King! I’m killin’ your crap!
Your meant to be a silent comedian, you can’t rap!
I’ll knock you through the walls of your Parlor, Bedroom and Bath
I’m everywhere, its called fame, bitch, prepare for my wrath
More famous than me? No one even knows where you were born
And four wives? Your like dispensable porn
I’ll painfully chain up your brain veins with your own cane
Your efforts for fame are in vain, Houdini gave me my name
Your not funny. At eighteen months, I fell down stairs
I’m Buster now, and you better say your prayers
That I won’t harm your precious moustache hair
It’s not you that’s famous, it’s your appearance that’s known
You were exiled from the U.S., and then you died alone
Nobody cared? Someone stole my body, fans love me so much
Your career is moving fast, you better hold tight and clutch
I’m the first one on the cover of Time magazine,
All you have been on is too much caffeine,
And you shouldn’t be talking about wives, you’ve had only one!
And your face always looks like you’ve been stunned, even while you run,
You're the great stone faced disgrace
I lived passed 70, and that’s not your case,
I have more talent than Fatty Arbuckle has fat,
And sure as hell I’m proud of that!
Sure, Lock Jr. you Behind the Screen at One A.M.
When it comes to rappig in silent movies, I’m fucking Eminem!
You weren’t trusted for the Hollywood Walk of Fame, and why was that?
You looked too much like a communist rat!
My designing and staging makes you look flakey and fakey
I worked on my projects daily, Let’s get crazy,
Run you over with a Steamboat, I am a God
You’ll be sitting back, awed, go back home to your broads,
Your childhood is anything but comedic
And your rapping, ugh god, it makes me sick!
I’ll use your bowler hat as a toilet bowl to excrete my turds
Your innocence died as your mother was still uncured
Your so bad and you’re such a fucking nerd
That you entered a charlie chaplin look alike contest... AND CAME IN THIRD!
You can’t even rhyme, you're not sublime,
You won an Oscar for Limelight, after your prime?
“The General” was labeled the 15th best movie of all time!
I broke my neck, didn’t notice at first
So this is my last verbal curse before I disperse
Your daughter is so ugly, I discover
In your movie “Chaplin”, she played your mother.