Rick: I'm going to go outside *I leave the room* What? A rap battle? Rapping about our selves? I'm going to enter Rick: *I'd join the rap battle* Announcer: And now! Rick Cormac, VS, WALTER ZOOOOMMMMMBIE!!!!! BEGIN! Rick: I AM A BRITISH ASSASSIN, RATHER PROFICIENT IN FASHION, LOOK IN THE MIRRIOR, YEAH, THE IMAGE IS... I'M SENDING A TEMPLAR TO HELL, ON EVERY SINGLE RING OF BIG BENS BELL, I AM A BRITISH ASSASSIN, MY FAMILY WAS EXECUTED BUT I DON'T CRY ABOUT IT, I JUST HUNT DOWN THOSE WHO ORDED THE EXECUTION, I SEND A TEMPLAR UNTO THE GRAVE FOR EVERY SOOT GRAVES STAINED COBBLE WITH WHICH IS PAVED! Walter Zombie: Carl stay back, this is gonna get bad, Imma show this Assassin rat how to be a real dad, A grade MC who'll ruin your A-1 day, 'cause Sheriff Zombie's rhymes are dirty like my armpit stains, I'm a post apocalyptic cop who's got alot of issues, pop a cap in your and splatter the brain you misuse, cooking up blue sky and bigger lies for Skyler, hatching little schemes like a dying MacGyver, You got your family executd, sin by sin where I live it happens literally limb from limb, so write this own in your pancakes so you won't forget it, I kill monsters that are better men that you before breakfast Crowd: BOOOOO HES CHEATING, THIS WAS A RAP ABOUT OUR SELVES Guards: *Pulls him off* Rick: I guess I won