Toko Fukawa Vs. Edward Scissorhands - Rap Battle

[Verse 1: Edward Scissorhands]

Oh, is it my turn?
Well, I guess it's time to battle rap
Uh, they tell me you're the one
Who was useless until the second act
And with your fear of the dark
I feel bad for throwing shade
'cuz I slice through blood like leaves
You'll take one look at my flow and faint
Are you okay?
You have trouble taking control
Of your own body
At least somebody loves me
You stay in Stockholm with Togami
Dust is enough when your colorful cast's
Trying to draw killers out
But how you're acting with Komaru
I think I know why you like scissors now

[Verse 2: Toko Fukawa, Genocide Jack]

Can't stand your voice
It's like clashing fingernails with
A chalkboard
Hifumi could write better
Than what your tale is
You're awkward, coming from me
When you're hiding inside your mansion
As the decrepit
Steampunk version
Of Marilyn Manson
(achoo)
It's Jack the Ripper!
Slash trough rappers when I grab my scissors
So pack up quick or I'll trash
This crappy spitter
Your hands belong next to fuckin'
Salad Fingers
Struggle to pick at your dinner
So what makes you think that you're toppin' me?
You got chased by one officer
While I'm coppin' kills when I'm on the scene
Used for cutting hair and show-and-tell
And you still think your shit's class?
I can't be afraid of the man who walks like
He's got a stick up his ass
I usually leave no traces
But in your case, I'd say screw ya'
Since I only murder the cute boys
I'm not wasting my time with you, bud

[Verse 3: Edward Scissorhands]

You flunked with your show
So you fled to Another Episode
How could you stand behind words
When you got beaten by a megaphone?
Your players wish you'd jump to conclusion
That could actually win trials
Meanwhile
You blame the victim at the death of their idol

[Verse 4: Genocide Jack, Toko Fukawa]

Eh, so submissive
I'd say grow some spine ya' stupid bitch
I'd slash your face through and through
But you already beat me
To it, bitch
Broke your future with a gut stab
As windows shatter
Heart breaking at the seams
As if you take after your master
You're so uptight
But that's clear looking at your posture
That stiff movement's fitting for
Gothic Frankenstein's Monster
So make like your creator
And drop dead while you're at it
It's not the first time that bodies have
Dropped from your attic

[Verse 5: Edward Scissorhands]

I couldn't pick at your raps' locks
Even if this was Towa Tower
The scars I cause are one more reason
Not to shower
I know the bear's the mascot of execution
But you'll need one more carving
On your leg when my blades
Rip you up a new one
Dysfunctional family due to a blood test
Now all that you have left
Is your stink bug friend
Thought you'd let out your anger
By leaving boys struck dead
But you got blamed
Turning Chihiro blood red
Surprised you made it to the end
With a kill count in your pocket
But you'll fall flat like your sprites
As I lock you back in the closet