Isaac vs. Lamb - FAC Rap Battle #8

(0:11)
FAC RAP BATTLES
LAMB
VERSUS
ISAAC
BEGIN

(0:22) Lamb:
I'm well-versed in mercin’ vermin, 'nother bishop needs some servin’
So best consider these words the latest in my hurtful sermons
You're in a void of mental struggle, impending death rather scary
Not even delirious shapeshifting would make you a competent adversary
The Fragile Fortitude fleece is awfully fitting around your framework
'Cause this glass cannon loses blood by the touch of a Gaper
This sacrificial pagan sham deserves to have his spirit damned
An offering turned divine disciple, so face the Wrath of the Lamb
You're a looney ass nutcase deplored by your mother
Incessantly crying when you're hiding from her
Parents divorced, now you’re gloomy and smothered
You're feeling so blue that you made it your color
Genre-defining? Your junk doesn't fit it, it's hour-long cycles of dull repetition
A guide is omitted, most people just quit it, your whole game is garbage like all the shit in it
McMillen is hyping a card game that no one plays and three DLCs
For a combined price of triple digits? Who is he, Ultra Greed?
This fool can't run away 'fore my whole cult will brutalize you
Either way you can't escape the sacred traumas that define you

(1:08) Isaac:
Another run inside the basement, and I've got a curse
Feeling like The One Who Waits for you to end that awful verse
Your lousy gameplay loop's untouched, resulting of dev disengagement
Massive Monster's downing drowsy pills, making your game vacant
Face it: you abuse your crew with unrelentless mercy
You’re controlling Heaven’s Gate if it was full of hopeless furries
Dark Room’s mutton’s less mundane than your discipleship sim mess
There’s no die across these floors that’d fix your developing wreck
It’s a shame, and it’s embarrassin’, you’ve no heart of a heretic, give it up
Your fans are consuming your content like your followers eat that crap they munch
You talk tough for a false prophet who had God intervene as his saving grace
I'll have a devil beggar repenting when this messiah leaves his cult erased

(1:44) Lamb:
This addict’s stacking pills, but that doesn't mean he's sick with it
Bitch, you should have been aborted, fetus-built like Tainted Lilith
That suffocating chest is where his mother’s burden breathes
‘Til I find the tot atop the hill and send him six feet underneath

(1:55) Isaac:
With divine light, this Seraphim would rip apart your ilk
In this firefight, Bird’s Eye bars burn verses submerged in Soy Milk
You underestimate my tenacity; I will never lose
I’d Plan C and kill myself if it meant putting an end to you
Bind your cuts and conjure better bars, you're out of luck
'Cause like bruh, if I were you, and spat that trash, I'd be "I suck"
Try to utilize your cards, but I ensure you’ll die a martyr
At long last, a Hanged Lamb’s your only option for departure