Audrey II vs Sweeney Todd - Discord Rap Battles!

Audrey II:
Ha ha! It's the meanest past Venus on a Fly, Trap beat
‘Gainst a flea-bitten dink that’ll beat feet back to Fleet Street
Suuuure, you gotta hot streak- your hair is where it’s at
And you’re so damn poor, guess Penny Dreadfuls pretty apt
Real blood's gonna spill, I’m more sharp than you, Ben
I'm the cutting edge effect, but sure as hell ain't your friend
Depp and Carter cucking Tim? I shouldn’t expect less
You’re a Barker, no bite, but my rhymes? Must be freeesh...
You can find me worldwide, stoppin’ chumps from pipin’ up
You don’t color me impressed, bud, you should lighten up
Here’s the deal, I don’t think your appetizer brat would be enough
So spit somethin’ “bloody” awful, and then get me some LUUUUNCH

Sweeney Todd:
For the first time, tonight, in close shaves I’m not topped
I'll show you who’s cutthroat, a Little problem off the Shop
I’ll put the petal to the metal, as I’ve done oh so often
With that, it’s down the hatch, we’ll be serving vegan options
I would dissect your psyche, but what am I to say
About how you play one trait, and are as shallow as the grave
Don’t talk while chewed out, your operators can surely shut it
You can move, you can talk, but you’re just an upper-class Muppet
Spewing the Worst Lies in London, that’s from the Demon's lips
I cut scum with sharp wit, you sit and trick desperate kids
I'd watch your shit cartoon if I wanted a ghastly rap spit at me
And when I say your tracks nasty, I do mean literally

Audrey II:
You slash better? (uh huh huh huh) Now that’s a gas, isn’t it?
Unless by that, you mean that whole “givin'-ex-axe” incident
I’m the puppet? But shit, you fell for Lovett playing dumb
Tough tiddy, push my buttons, you're stayin’ under my thumb
Sharp wit? Come on, Johnny Depp doesn’t make the cut
What kinda musical has a lead that’s never even sung once?
See, you speak to empty seats, who wouldn’t leave, it’s obvious
And it’s not just cuz the Theater-Eater Audrey is your audience
I’m the judge here, son, so you better plead for your life
Or meet a String of Pearly whites, like Turpin and your wife
Show's over, Eddy Scissors, the curtains called, you’re done
I killed the mic, bloodlines is right, but you don't even have one (Ha ha ha ha)

Sweeney Todd:
Aye, you must be jealous, with no practice, I can sing
So bite me, what you’re writing reeks like piss with ink
To make this curmudgeon up and leave like a 5th of his budget
Who thinks he’s above shit, but is just a plant in a bucket
I'll slit the skid row gutter muck to show him where his glutton stops
Like lambs to the slaughter, I'm gonna be cuttin up mutton chops
There’s a hole in my heart, like a hole in your plot
Who’d try to take over a world that’s filled with shit from the start
You couldn’t carry my Burton, but you’ll be carried in a trash bin
Your reboot will prove every franchise is Ashmen to Ashes
Alas, in the Broadest way, here's an ending to remain
At last, my harm is complete, and we’re both down the drain