Bloody Painter vs Bloody Mary - Rap Cypher #52

Bloody Painter:
(Shhh..) Keep it quiet while I'm painting..
I keep the doors locked; now you're not escaping..
If she’s looking for a victim, I got nothing to offer her
Painting bloody little bodies, I’m Bob Ross the Slaughterer
So watch as I slash the beat, make this battle my masterpiece
I heard that you're an urban legend but you're sad to see
Spread around the campfire by some asshole teens
But you're not scaring anybody with those tattered sheets
Beauty’s in the eye of the beholder, Bloody Mary
And you sure fell from grace as you got older, Bloody Mary
Anyone who tests me ends up with the others buried
You will be no different; let's feel you get colder, Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary:
A lesser being’s summoned me, and thus I have appeared
Now succumb to your distress, because I am your greatest fear
Say I faded, but this starving artist barely got his start at all
Unlike your only friend, your fame wouldn’t have far to fall
There is no greater symbol of arrogance
Than a man who chops and buries his therapist just because he couldn’t bear with it
Just a disappointment to your parents
So you hide behind your guise like a mask; life isn’t fair, is it?
They wanted a daughter but couldn't get it
So it seems their prayers were answered with this pussy instead
I’ll show a deviant artist an original he can credit
When I put a pen down and paint his mirror with his head

Bloody Painter:
Haven't bathed in centuries; it's not a surprise how
Looking at you makes me wanna scratch my eyes out
Chop you to pieces ‘til all that you see’s red
I'm not just drawing blood so, off with the queen’s head!
You can't do shit, bitch, I’m breaking the mirror
And I'll be making new paintings with all the babies that fear her
Hang you upside-down, soon after it's lights out
Try and run all you want but your fate's coming nearer

Bloody Mary:
What happened to your threat of leaving me dead with the rest?
Like your tale, what you say is sketchy at best
You couldn't draw attention even with all of your victims’ bodies
Because you’re next to the thousand other Jeff the Killer copies
FALL UPON YOUR KNEES AND REPENT
AND HAIL MARY! YOUR DAYS OF STALKING WOMEN ARE SPENT
ALL THIS NEEDLESS BLOOD YOU SPILL WASTED ON AN UNFULFILLED LIFE
Your brain will paint your skull with your potential, like a still-life