I think you'll like this one. I've been listening to a lot of Epic Rap Battles of History and I thought that Dorchester and Greg would make an awesome epic rap battle.  Also, no more depressing scenes! Until the end of course. I wanted to stray away from that, from now on it's going to all happy and stuff...

CHAPTER NINETEEN: Dorchester Vs Greg – EPIC RAP BATTLE!

I flew over to the party with the box in my hand. Horus said that I should take it to Greg first, so that is exactly what I did.

“Hey dude, what do you need?”

“King Horus said I should give this to you.” I handed him the present.

“Oh yeah, I got a letter talking about something we both enjoyed back on Earth, he told me to open it.” Greg lifted the package and unwrapped it. A large radio appeared, he turned it on and it played the instrumental version of Mario Bros VS Wright Bros.

“I'll be Mario Bros.” Greg said, he held out his hoof.

I smirked. "This should be good..."

We brohoofed.

“Deal.” I said with a grin.

Later...

“Should we begin without Lance?” Greg asked, as he kept the radio on his back.

“I'm not sure, I also noticed that the radio came with another tape. Labled V VS H.” I grinned. My favorite rap battle.

“Dorchester! Greg!” Peter greeted us with a smile.

“This was sort of a last second thing, I hope you don't mind.” I said.

“No problem!”

“Sounds good dude, hit it!”

Note: Some lyrics have been changed to fit rap battle.

Dorchester: We're the Wright Brothers and there can't be no other,

we don't wanna cause trouble,

are you looking for your lover?

Cause your “princess” is in OUR castle now!

(Yeah, she's gone.)

We stayed up all night!

Playin' Donkey Kong,

before us people only used to fly in balloons,

you think I'm scared of an idiot addicted to shrooms?

You shoulda woulda come to lose an extra life!

So just dudududududududu back down to your pipe!

Greg:

It'sa me! Mario,

AND LUIGI MOTHERFUCKER!

Why don't you get back in your biplane and make out with each other?

Just look at this dude,

his life must have been horrible!

A dorky dude!

Named Wilbur or Orivol!

You spent all your time on ONE machine?

Sheesh!

If you wanted to fly you should have just eaten this leaf,

you should eat somethin' anyway look at you so skinny!

You may fly like a hawk,

but you fight like a kitty!

Dorchester: I don't need to fight,

I'm the father of flight!

Representin' North Carolina, aaaight!

I'll be pressin' all your buttons like I'm the controller,

conquer ever level of your 2-D scroller,

you took a lot of trash but lemme tell you somethin'.

I'm gonna beat you so fast, it's like I'm holding down the B button!

Greg:

I'd be serving up an eight bit fist,

MADE TO ORDER!

But I'm busy knockin' you off of your own stupid quarters,

Like POW! How you like me now?

Spit flames out my mouth like my name was Booooowser!

Ya get pummeled!

You wish you never stumbled out your little wind tunnel!

I've been dropppin' ba-bombs since I started this song!

Sorry “Wright” brother, this time you chose WRONG!

The audience burst into applause and laughter. Everyone who knew about Super Mario and The Wright Brothers at least. I put in the other tape, and a sudden bang of chorus bursted in.

Greg: Who are you?

Dorchester:

Someone who loaths you BITCH!

Now get up and rhyme,

I only agreed to this so I could beat your ass a second time!

Roar like Chewbacca! The voice of Mufasa!

I'm on the leader of your limp dick Luffaffa!

I strike back hard against a druggee,

brain toss your ass in the air,

Yatzee!

Ask Indiana Jones who the fuck I am,

I spit shit so focused I'll break your little Drug Island camp!

I'm a certified Sith Lord you runt,

so suck on dee's!

(Uuh, these what sir?)

These robot nuts! I'm going to enjoy watching you die, so let me do it with my own eye!

Greg:

You looked stressed Vader,

you appear to be in pain!

You need a vacation here, take a trip on my train,

I mean YOU leading an army of ponies? DISGRACEFUL!

Even your mic skills still aren't fully operational!

You got one bitch pregnant then gave into the hate,

now you're six six and black, but can't get a date,

Uck, Lightsaber? YOU NEED A LIVESAVER!

USE SOME OF YOUR FORCE TO FIX YOUR FUCKING RESPERATOR!

You think you're powerful? With your finger neck pinches?

You couldn't even get your OWN SON into the family buisness!

Everything you do is an EPIC. FAIL.

Now stand at attention,

AND SEIG FUCKING HAIL.

What's wrong Dorchy?

Can't take anymore?

Not surprising coming from Luna's whore!

Once again, the audience burst into laughter and applause. The Luna comment took me by surprise, but I shoved it away and laughed.

“THAT WAS AWESOME!” Peter jumped up and hugged us.

“Glad you liked it!” I said, gasping for air as I was crushed by Peter's grip.

“Yeah, you can keep the radio if you like!” Greg said.

“Thanks guys! That was awesome! Let's party!”

I hope you all liked that chapter, I was planning it for awhile and I was just dying to try it out. Next Chapter: Heat Stroke pt. 1 Estimated time remaining: 47 Minutes