Freddy Krueger Vs Wolverine

[Freddy Krueger]

1, 2 Freddy's coming for you

3, 4 better lock your, lock your, lock your, lock your

Welcome to primetime, bitch

Better stay awake like a meth head

Spread red on your bed spread

’Til you're lying there on your deathbed

You got a healing factor?

I got a kill bitches on the ceiling factor

Under that mask, you're a singer-slash-actor

Under my skin I’m a slasher-slash-slasher

Bitch! I come from Wes Craven's twisted mind

You come from comic books that kids get when they're well-behaved at Christmas time

Flock of Seagulls called, they want their hairstyle returned

And that wasn't even my main diss, it was just a side-burn!

[Wolverine]

Nice glove, bub, but I'm real from bones to teeth

That claw's like a strap-on; there's a pussy underneath

Don't sleep? That’s all you got for me?

Could defeat your ass with a cup of tea

I been to hell and back and whooped Satan’s ass

You got beat by a Nancy on Elm Street

You wanna talk about burns, mac?

The PTA turned your face into Deadpool's ballsack

Wrapped in a Where’s Waldo sweater

Jason can't talk and he rocks the mic better!

So step into my catnap, see if you can hack that

Better hang on to your whack hat

'Cause your worst nightmare ain't Hugh Jack-shit

Compared to the least of my Weapon-X flashbacks!

I’m the adamantium champion, X-Man

You'll only ever be half of Edward Scissorhands!

So don't get me more pissed, chump

I'll take your whole franchise out with a fist bump!

[Freddy Krueger]

Look at the size of your body

How could I possibly think I'm in trouble?

I can't tell the difference between your action figure

And your stunt double!

What's the matter? You look tired, eh?

I'll be in your bed tonight, unlike Jean Grey!

As for me? I'm a chick magnet

Some heavy metal bitches are real attracted

What the fuck is a wolverine, some kind of an angry beaver?

I was more intimidated by a tiny Canadian

The first time I saw Justin Bieber!

[Wolverine]

That verse stung, bub, but I've already recovered

I'll call you tomorrow morning if I need my toast buttered

I ain't got time for this, saving the world, what qualities do you bring?

You're a pedophile from the Midwest, at least R. Kelly could sing

So you've got the wrong room, if you're looking for fear

Only thing scares me is a fridge with no beer

That face tells me you've met your match

So come back if you've got another itch to scratch