Charlie Brown vs Jotaro Kujo

[Charlie Brown]
Good grief
I've been through worse, but this fight just isn't fair
A delinquent as distinguished as his hat is from his hair
This monotone prick’s hopped on Clint Eastwood’s schticks
Belonging to a home that Crazy Diamond couldn't fix
So try your best to spit, you can't win this fight with violence
When Kujo’s up against Brown, that's another dog silenced
Keep your cap low; to me, you’re one more adult with no face
Even Snoopy outmatches your gramps as a war flying ace
I’d say I’m more a curveball than D’Arby when I’m up to bat
But how am I s’posed to crush this fellow into jello? Ah, rats!
Ora-ora at me, I’ll spell your defeat out how it’s written
So learn this pose; I call it the loser’s walk, Like An Egyptian

[Jotaro Kujo]
Yare yare
‘Gainst me, prepare to be greatly grieving
This star’s platinum bars hit harder than the rocks you're receiving
I won't need to lift a finger, like your dog, your lines are slack
And the toughest stands you've seen are lemonade and quacks
Been through a coma before, yet your strips are even worse
Running gags as recycled as the lines in your verse
So “shut up and leave me alone” now that you've evoked my wrath
Or fall flat on your face again since you're being played for laughs
Your pessimistic disposition, I don’t want to hear it
Couldn’t figure out Christmas, but stands before my evil spirit?
Not funny or pretty to look at, Boingo’s comic’s more amusing
And if you were even a user, your Stand power would be losing

[Charlie Brown]
Expected you to sit and do nothing, completely disregard, yo
I just thought the trumpet noises sounded like Jotaro
When our Noisy Bizarre Towns collide, Charlie Brown’s going through hell
Why can’t I have a normal rap battle like everyone else?
It’s not like your words hurt, not in physique, but I’ve toughened
Think I’ll just stand here and take it; you’ve got another thing coming
Stand name: The Coasters, turn it out now, Charlie Brown!
I’m not bluffing!
…Good grief, it does nothing

[Jotaro Kujo]
As expected, this depressing kid’s got weak mental energy
No wonder his so-called Stand was as effective as his therapy
I’m not pulling any punches, though you can’t even land one wee kick
Write ‘bout this loss to your pen-pal, I'll send a postcard from Egypt
You’re a coward
I’ve been more impressed by Polnareff, so step up
Tell me, is that your hair or one of Dio’s flesh buds?
Star Platinum: The World!
Stay in the past, this kid seems lost
You wouldn’t have won this anyway even if you hadn’t pissed me off