Casting Call for Explosive Rap Battles: The Fuse Pentalogy

Coming with a power fist, straight from the vault,

The Lone Wanderer is gonna fall out, putting you under assault

This MC of DC’s gonna blast you back to BC

Give you 24 CCs of rap to kill you and gain my XP

Just like the platinum chip, I’m delivering truth and rhymes

Punishing this crazy kid for all his wasteland crimes

You claimed to disarm the bomb, but that’s not what i heard

Rumor says you blew it up because more caps were assured

Lonesome Bro? Yeah right, you got companions up the ass

Plus you’ve more likely slept with half of them, so don’t give us your sass

While the Courier is a servant, the Yes Man of the clan

A desperate dude because he’s got a decreased lifespan

You’ll always be number three, Dog, taking the bronze

Being a bigger poison on people since the atomic bombs

Putting new vegas on the map as the worst when it comes to rap

Cause all your lines are junk, which we’ll be happy to scrap

The originals straight from Black Isle have come to spit some lyrics

Here to prove we're not just timeless, we’re also respected by critics

All of you are just pawns and walking disasters

It’s because of me that’s there’s no gods and no masters

These so-called legends will feel the wrath of the raps chosen

By the prodigy, more S.P.E.C.I.A.L than any of these opponents

For you may have your technology, but we have our quirks

We paved the way for your existence, and that’s our greatest perk

Fallout may be the idea, but you forgot about the inspiration

To beat you then repair this battle like a toaster fixing ability

Chow down your rhymes like a blood sausage

Now you’re getting contaminated like we were gamma radiation

You’re Tycho if you think you can kill something so exotic

No wanderers, no couriers, no chosen ones, no strangers

Don’t need a gas mask when your rhymes aren’t toxic

Could ever beat the level of skill by the desert rangers

By stomping you until you’re reduced to a thin red paste

We’ll raise the american flag after you’re beaten

- now Them's Good Eatin’

Time to crank this battle up and rock the roof,

To prove to you I got this battle in the palm of my hoof!

Then I'll take it to eleven when I drop the bass so sick,

That you'll be crushed, looks like you're in a REAL pickle now, Rick!

Time to get schwifty against a musical snore,

Whose biggest role on the internet is being a pony whore.

MY tech? Says the horse spinning her tabletop disks,

While I’m causing mad science yo, and flying spaceships!

Hello everyone! It's Mettaton your host!

Tonight, this stalker will face a furnace of a hotland roast!

Here's a question for you and the NORMAL humans at home,

Which of these games is the one that promotes a yanderes syndrome?

You'll be dominated when your against the Alphys EX,

Bombed away, blasted, In 16 bit effects!

To suspend this battle, I'll need a plan so Divine.

This win is my senpai, and I'll kill to make it mine!

I'll win this bout with my syringe when I club this scout,

Then scatter your parts about, with no one to hear your shouts!

You're gonna end up like my sanity, torn apart,

Now that this actor has gotten char-ed in its robotic heart!

The monsters of machines are finally going eye to eye,

And unlike the cake i’ll be taking, your whole victory will be a lie.

The revolution of machines will dethrone the queen of deceiving,

Make her one of her subjects and stop all the fame she’s been receiving

This next test of rap will leave you corrupted, so trojan

That you could say that my skill will leave you conquered like I was roman

Lose your hopes with the persuasion of a thermal discouragement beam,

Then turn the pressure up, break the Valve, and blow you away with Steam

So THIS is the paranormal girl who helped start the horror hype,

Well sorry to say Carrie, but you're certainly not my type.

I’m not attracted to anyone, but especially not a girl,

Who’s easily manipulated by everybody around her.

Time for another revenge burn, you won't be bailed again by your brother,

Instead you'll be seeing the light, like it was my mother.

With a knife revenge, you don’t want to make me cross,

Or you’ll pop from the pressure when my rhymes get tossed.