Epic Rap Battles of History!
Kanye West vs. Taylor Swift!
Begin!

Verse - Kanye
Well, look who came to battle you
Kanye West, you know it's true
Let it slippity slide if it goes past you
Like anything else does, you impeccable fool
I couldn't listen to that sh*t with a pack of earmuffs
You make Howard Taft look like Howard Tuft
Like what are you doing wit' all that fluff
You're more Disney Channel than Hillary Duff
And I make you look better from the sidelines
You never have nobody on Valentinе's
You call every taken man hеlla' fine
Too bad my wit's too sharper than a tree of pine

Verse - Taylor
Well I repped for Kamala instead of the orange cheeto libido
I'm the real Katniss, you're the dead version of a pedo
Tried to get a girl, got one named North
Named after a direction, that parenting's poor
I should call you an icon, classic
Bianca's sheet wasn't even close to fantastic
Raising up the bass like it's bombastic
Looks like the changes were hella' drastic
Verse - Kanye
Well I ain't giving up in these trying times
It's a cruel summer, but I ain't dying this time
I don't need no reason to rhyme
The attendees should only be paying a dime
It's sh*tty, it's broken
This sh*t's like a token
The failure is worse than Hoboken
And with the men you're still hoping
That with enough ass groping
And the tied in rope roping
That once he starts coping
He'll make you start choking
And he's not done blowing
While the boat's still rowing
Your car's in towing
Fly free, like a boeing

Verse - Taylor
I can see this childlike spirit in your mind
Chomping on that sugar, call it watermelon rind
You tried to be stronger, but the old you died
Neither of you can rap, even if you tried
You sad old man, with an sad old wife
She should cut her wrists with a kitchen knife
And walk out of the room with all that pride
That she came away from you, and inevitably died
And the babies would cry
Leaving you wondering why
Your wife just died
Well at least she took her life
Verse - Both
Oh I can't rap
Uh yeah
Well you can't sing
Are you trying to hurt my feelings... wait, is that
It can't be...NO!

Verse - Christina Aguilera
I got the moves like Jagger
Stabbing you with a dagger
You hate my rhymes, I hate yours more
You need WD-40, you squeaky kitchen door
And was the pantry raided, you overweight alcoholic
Kanye, your music is so f*cking demonic
So over electorinic
JonTron's gonna bomb it
I'll meet you in the crowd, at the music summit