Epic Rap Battles of History - Terminator vs Robocop lyrics

[Intro] EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY! ROBOCOP! VS! THE TERMINATOR! BEGIN! [RoboCop] Freeze I suggest you use your right to remain silent Before I show your Gobot a** some Detroit violence I'm like an X-Wing commander cause I stay on target I take over these streets like I'm a farmers market I wonder where the Cyberdyne research went That they couldn't fix your funky Hans and Franz accent They sent you back to k** a child, but he's defeating you still They should have made a time-travelling morning after pill And I didn't think I had any feelings left inside me But my heart was surely broken after Terminator 3 I'm RoboCop, and I got the flow to beat roided out C-3PO I got the mic control like alt delete Your move, creep [Terminator] Wrong I have detailed files on the conclusion of your trilogy That movie failed Detroit worse than the automotive industry! I am T-800 Cyberdyne Systems Model 101 And I'll be sweeping up your robo-bits like paperclips when I'm done My rapping attack is a ma**ive dispatch of bazookas and gats and grenades That rapidly bashes your brains and dismantles that puny peashooter that fits in your leg We're not the same You peel away my perfect skin you find super computers You look like Krang wearing a cold-pressed juicer They left off your balls when your suit was created [Ellen Murphy] I still love you, Alex [Terminator] Bullsh**! Your s** life is terminated Based on my detailed an*lysis of the lyrical structure of battle raps It's time for your next sh** verse, and then I'll be back [RoboCop] You don't know love, you don't know honor You only know a programmed robot bo*er for John Connor (Uh!) OCP gave me the sk**s to wreck this I can't help it if I'm fresh It's my prime directive [Terminator] I'll punch through your face hole and rip out your vocal chords Then mail your space helmet back to Geordi La Forge! [RoboCop] Nice try, but I'm too quick on the draw What can go wrong for you will, creep; Murphy's Law [Terminator] Chill out, dick wad, your emotions are wrecking your flow I couldn't find a decent rhyme in your line if I was in search mode You're too slow, I blow more steam through machines than a barista It's Judgement Day, baby; Hasta la vista WHO WON? WHO'S NEXT? YOU DECIDE! EPIC! *Melts into silver liquid and transforms* RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!