[Intro]
RAP BATTLE!
SEAN EVANS
VS
ANDREW REA
BEGIN

[Verse 1: Sean Evans]
It's Sean Evans, with hot rhymes and hot questions (Uhg!)
Cross me, and I'll show you a cross-section
You're wasting your own money to make milk steak and try it
If I told you we got beef, you would probably buy it
'Cause my success just came along, once I flow your fame is gone
And when you lose you'll blame it on your donators on Patreon
But let me ask this: how do you get along with it?
Is the only boat that keeps you above the water your sponsorship?

[Verse 2: Andrew Rea]
That's a good question, but that verse was tragic
So welcome to my new format: Cringing with Babish
Your skills are forgettable, so save your beef and grill it
It's like you try to roast me on a non-stick skillet
You meet your guests and torture them to greet 'em, what a bummer
You should do it like my flavors and get to know each other
I'm baking and boiling, my basics are poignant
The only place that you'd be spewing flames is your toilet (Oh!)
You tryna' fight's a risk, but trust me, I resist
You act so salty, I could beat you with the tiny whisk
Now go and run out of the rap battle kitchen
'Cause you are what you eat: a bland and dry chicken
[Verse 3: Sean Evans]
Who would trust a trip to Italy, not only as a tourist
But with a guy who watches Spongebob to pay his health insurance?
Keep your utensils out of this, your career is just a scam
'Cause there is no size of a cup that could explain that gram
I chill with Jimmy Fallon and Colbert live on stage
Reacting to your Adsense burning in your microwave
You watch cartoons to keep above the breadline
And keep your camera below the neck 'cause you're Hot Ones' next headline

[Verse 4: Andrew Rea]
That was the weakest heat you brought since we met
Your delivery today made my refrigerator sweat
I'm the king of cooking fiction dishes out for all your comfort
Put my key in your mom's turkey; that's how I met your mother
I'm slightly suspicious of this scrawny scoundrel's flow skills
If he thinks water succeeds in killing scripted scales of Scoville
I spit so ill, like Gordon Ramsay, it ain't pleasant
Your wings would be alright without DaBomb, Sean Nine Elevans

[Verse 5: Sean Evans]
You're too sensual and weak, dude, I bite it to the bone
You're busy telling all your viewers not to try this at home
Let me last dab on ya', give my sauce some love
Why don't you go and put these nuts onto your Clean Plate Club!
[Verse 6: Andrew Rea]
I thought bedtime stories were a job for me
But call me Coolio, 'cause I almost passed out, Shaun the sheep
I keep expanding formats and my legacy will grow
Tonight you're getting served on-

[Verse 7: Freshy Kanal]
Freshy Kanal's cooking show!
I got the perfect burgers and I got the perfect kitchen
I'm rapping so sick I got-
AAAAH I got the last dab in my eyes! AHHHHHHHHHHH

[Outro]
WHO WON?
WHO'S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE!
THE NEXT RAP BATTLE IS ON THE WAY!