Sheriff North Star vs. Zora Salazar - AK Rap Battles! (Undertale Yellow vs. Epithet Erased)

Starlo:
Well, howdy! Welcome to the Wild East!
Let Sheriff North Star offer you some guidance, please!
Hold on, wait a sec… I don’t think that dial’s needed
How ‘bout you just duel me if it’s my time you’re seeking?
Let me see if I got this:
You’re a terrorist stopping people from flaunting power others would never get
But you’re inscribed too; what would you say when you’re left for dead?
“Well, uhm… I never thought they’d take my Epithet!”
Whimsical ass name… where’s the sorcerer at?
Instead, I see a beanpole I could throw horseshoes at
And phew! I’d say go back to your boss, but he’d pass on the spot
I thought a Bliss Ocean member would maybe actually wash
A measly forger with ties to the mafia
Left your gun like how I like my drinks: (yup) on the rocks
You’ll think you’ve won now, but when the time’s right
Your trophy will corrode - you actually took the pyrite

Zora:
This kid playing cowboy wants to mosey up?
Even Sheriff Bluster didn’t blow this much
You’re not a real outlaw, I don’t want to fight you
You’re so delusional, guess that’s a new meaning to “high noon”
Took up a role as leader so you wouldn’t have to ride home
But you ended up milking your gimmick like a pinecone
Eventually, your gang got too tired to fight (snooore)
You turned the Feisty Five into a nine-to-five
Bringing back bounties, but can’t bring home a missus (Ha-ha!)
What kind of shooting star can’t fulfill his wishes?
Chujin made you seclude yourself to go cry in your room
The person that you’ve locked up for the longest time is you! (Awwww…)

Starlo:
A pair of Banzai goons could do better Blasting
‘Cause you’re all tick-talk and no action
Dueling with North Star, shit’s going south
‘Cause I want you to spit sick, not spit in my mouth
At least my family ain’t six feet underneath
Paleontologists buried because they dug too deep
Tried to get over it, so that’s why you take crooks and leave them shot dead
But your powers can’t speed up the grieving process

Zora:
Clover must be lucky, it’s a wonder how you haven’t killed them
Turned a Blaster to a baby, while you’re sellin’ em to children
Think the games you brought ‘em will get your fame to blossom?
Buddy, cardboard props aren’t how you Train for Problems (Nope!)
Like how your childhood friend left without telling you
Roped in Clover ‘cause Ceroba left you out of the loop
Then you found her and couldn’t say, “Hey, more power to you!”
So she made you eat your words like it’s alphabet soup
Whether on Pacifist or Genocide, that kid lost their heart
And after a big confrontation, you bought the farm
Left with rubber rounds now, you’re fresh out of luck
Didn’t need to age you, ‘cause you’ve been left in the dust (*blow*)