Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the most epic rap battle of the century! In one corner, weighing in at 2000 pounds and capable of crushing anything in its way, the Hydraulic Press! And in the other corner, standing at only 1 year old and babbling with its baby talk, it's the one and only, Baby!"
Hydraulic Press:
Verse 1:
Listen up, Baby, you're gonna need a diaper change
Cause your rhymes are weak and your flow is strange
I'm crushing cans and cars like it's nothing
While you're crying for bottles and snuggling
Verse 2:
You look like an overgrown smurf with your onesie on
I bet you couldn't even rhyme the word "gone"
You may be cute, but your rapping skills are whack
You're better off just sucking on a pacifier and taking a nap
Verse 3:
I'm the king of compression, the champion of force
You're just a tiny tot who couldn't hold your own in a rap course
So go ahead and crawl back to your playpen
The Hydraulic Press has won this rap battle, no question
Baby:
Verse 1:
Oh, Hydraulic Press, you think you're so tough
But I bet one little slap will make you huff and puff
You may be big but you're slow as molasses
While I'm the real boss of baby classes
Verse 2:
I'm not scared of your crushing power
Cause I have a smile that can lift any glower
You may be crushing cans and cars like it's nothing
But I'm ruling the world with my cute little something
Verse 3:
You may have won this rap battle, but don't get too proud
Cause when it comes to cuteness, I'm sitting on the royal cloud
So go ahead and brag about your crushing skills
While I'll be the one getting all the cuddles and thrills.