EPIC RAP BATTLES OF SUPER RANDOM EPIC TOURNEY!
(Vinyl puts on her shades while scratching a disk, setting is a night club)
(Ron downs a shot of Scotch and fixes his hair, setting is Channel 4 News room)
Hello, viewing world, my name is Ron Burgundy
And I'm reporting on this failure of a pony DJ
Put some clothes on, jeez, you need to have some class,
I'm loved by America, you're just loved by people smoking grass
Record scratching isn't real music, I know how to play the flute
I've hardly even heard of you, when have you ever made the news?
Don't you know you're dealing with the greatest reporer in history?
When I beat you all you'll say is “Boy, that escalated quickly!”
Just look at that verse, I don’t even need to try this spin.
I’ll easily re-re-remix this track into my victorious win.
Like an Anchor, man, chances of you winning are sinking.
These rhymes are hotter than the coffee you’re drinking.
I’m the Champ of this battle, as I’m crushing this brick.
Call me Trixie, since I’m the one with the most tricks.
9 years and you’re finally getting a undeserved sequel?
With that in mind, do you really think that we’re equal?!
Those raps were worse than most of Brick's attempts at threats
You'll just be in the backround no matter how many fans you get
I'll blast you with your own Dubstep Cannon, punt you off a bridge
Even Wes Manooth could put up a better fight than your flank is
I'm surprised your music didn't melt your one track mind
I'm far greater than you, you could say I'm of the Chanp Kind
Your music will never be as good as your lover Octavia's just let it go
And remember my name; I'm Ron Burgundy, stay classy, San Diego.
You read those lines off the prompter like broadcasts,
In a battle of entertainers, you will certainly not last.
Wake Up, Ron Burgundy, you’re way past your Prime.
You’ll be thrown off air of your station for good this time.
Do you think you can beat me, let alone Corningstone.
San Diego knows you; throughout Equestria I’m known!
Your Legend has been tarnish from what I’ve been told.
One last message: “Go *disc scratch* yourself, Ronald.”