Norman Bates vs Jason Voorhees

 

NORMAN BATES:

Back in The Beginning, horror flicks used real psychology,

Intelligent crime scenes, nicely using knives to chop, see

But in the present, I see people cower at a hockey

mask wearing brainless zombie version of Sidney Crosby!

You’re the sideshow! I’m Psycho! I’m on a killing spree,

This OG MC slashes through TV’s on A&E!

Taxidermize a lowly fighter with the strongest of verbal fires,

Twelve films to diverge the norm yet still identical to Myers

Pumpin’ out raps while you pump out sequels like a virus

I’m the classic slashing Giant and my legacy is timeless

So I’ll mimic your movies and use pointless scares and violence

To shut Mama Boy’s mouth so he resumes his eternal silence

 

JASON VOORHEES:

Let a real thriller killer spit real skill and bring gore

Mama's Boy? At least I don't play dress-up in her corpse

Shower stabber? Oh, gee. Such a terrifying slasher.

I'm a flesh hacker, and this battle's MY Chainsaw Massacre!

I could beat you silently, but now I'm killing violently,

Annihilating Psychos sharing channels with the Dynasty

I terrorize the FBI! You're just known for one cutting

Get yourself out, buddy, or it's gonna go down bloody...

Heh... just a taste of what's to come upon your face

You're a fake distasteful Gein with a remake disgrace

Leave you flayed and decaying like the body in your basement

Your fate's with Satan, Bates, if you go on facing Jason

 

NORMAN BATES:

We all go a little mad sometimes, but you just took a turn,

Blood is Thicker than your flow, and you just got Roy Burned

I’m purebred, based on Ed, left theaters feelings of dread

A boy's best friend is his mother, while yours lost her head

It was a dream sequence, moron. You’re something nobody fears

They put you in space because they're desperate, it’s Crystal Clear

I’m a villainous bruiser and I’m about to skewer this loser!

Rumors from the future say I just impaled you worse than Krueger

 

JASON VOORHEES:

Freddy's dead meat, literally couldn't dream of my defeat

Now YOU'VE struck unlucky on this Friday the 13th

Can't decide who's your mother, or hover on a lover

Have my mask to hide the badness of your ugly raps, fucker

I'm modern horror's face, you're an owner most depraved

Whether axed or by grenade, I still rise from the grave

I wish you unwell, now I'll shred your ass out the Motel

Trapped yourself inside your cell, now NORMAN Goes to Hell