Is this the dad of the remakes, that everybody hates on?
Whose career is based on: ‘it’s just a phase, mom.’
This lame goth can’t write for sh*t, so take notes, amigo!
’cause i spit so sick, call me tentin quarantino!!
Oh, you made the corpse bride?
My bride’s makin corpses
Exploding people’s hearts like your brides did with divorces
Like django, i’m off the chain
You’re a slave to disney executives
Directed hits for messed up kids and you’ve been stuck thеre ever sincе!
Your life sucked, then you earned yourself some light buzz
You’re overhyped, bud, you’d milk any franchise for five bucks
Frankenweenie was short as your own d**k, then you retold it
God, you’ll even suck the fu*kin’ soul out of your own sh*t!!
From horror to comedy, i don’t have any bounds
You’re so repetitive, it’s like you don’t own the crown of groundhogstown
Screwed you over prematurely, but let’s hear this vile defense!
From the man who says minor sex is a minor offense
The devillish nightmares i craft, are a straight godsend of class
While you hop in timelines to bounty hunt for the n-word pass
With your scripts filled with racist, hatred and foul intent
You get even touchier than harvey weinstein on set!
I’m stomping this has-been
I’m not someone you should mess with
The only footprints you left were to sastify your fetish!
Dad wanted to be an actor, left you for the dreams that he chased
Never got to see him like he jumped inside the briefcase!
How am i a racist? i turn diversity into high art
For black and white movies, you mostly cast the white part!
And what hellish barbershop did you get that hairstyle in?
Sweeney todd would rather cut your throat than give you that kind of trim!
Maybe it’s because you were constantly getting bullied
Heard your mom ran a cat shop, makes sense she’d raise a p***y
From wonka to alice, you’ve tarnished loads of timeless movies
You ruin a million childhoods ‘cuz your own was kinda booty
But no matter how much you decide to curse your creativity
Your own creations would still circle you out as the biggest creep!
I thought you were known to bring a bloodshed battle
But tonight, my giant peach is smoking your red apple!
My dutch tilt is twisting all the trunked up raps you brought
Skeddale off, because your cuts cannot dodge these panning shots!
I’m savage, dawg, your writing style clearly shows in your rapping
With dying slogging dialogue that never gets to the action!
You’ve got a lot of drive and so much passion
But less of that drive might’ve stopped uma thurman from crashin’!
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