The futuristic father of The Jetsons, George Jetson, and the main protagonist of Futurama, Philip J. Fry, rap against each other to see who is the better man of the future.
Beat produced by Cacola
Announcer: (0:10 - 0:21)
EPIC CARTOON RAP BATTLES!
VS!
BEGIN!
George Jetson: (0:21 - 0:42)
Meet George Jetson,
The best MC of the century, so I'll teach you a lesson to know who you're messin' with!
Yeah, you must be elated knowing everyone you hated,
From your cheating girlfriend to your superior brother,
Was rid of at last, but you're fighting a blast from the past,
And now you did your own grandmother!
Your whole history got messed up like Marty McFly.
Then you got frozen 1000 years in time,
But I'll still burn you to a crisp and serve ya on the side, little Fry,
'Cause your dim-witted mind can't deliver sick rhymes!
Philip J. Fry: (0:42 - 1:04)
Not sure if this father failure thinks he's better or something.
Your future's so simple, I'll beat you at the push of a button!
Man, your movie was a bore, compare that crap to my four.
Think you're the greatest? I don't want to live on this planet anymore.
You're Mr. Spacely's bitch, your job's more whack-ish!
I'll send your daughter Judy my delivery package!
I'm a hard-working pimp, you're a lazy-ass wimp.
I'll leave you so back in the past, you'll be the new Flintstones, ya chimp.
George Jetson: (1:04 - 1:25)
You're infatuated with a mutant cyclops who won't love you back.
Even your time paradox duplicate has the charisma you lack.
You got no friends, you uneducated slob,
But then again, who'd like a loser with less feelings than Rosie the Robot?
You got so much soda in your system, you could die drinking Slurm.
There's more than butterflies in your stomach, but you're only smart when it's worms!
My future's looking bright, and in this era, I'm the king!
I'm finished fighting this idiot. Jane, get me off this crazy thing!
Philip J. Fry: (1:25 - 1:47)
Shut up and take my raps like a man!
I'm faster than a jet, son, try to keep up with the times if you can!
Mel Brooks could pitch Spaceballs better than you!
I'll knock you right out of Orbit City and down your polluted abyss, too!
Your life's in hell as it is with a small bald Hitler as your boss.
Don't make me get cross or I'll make you sprocket off in your flying saucer.
You're out of time, now I'm sure that you'll find
That Philip J. Fry's the dopest guy to come to the year 2999!
Announcer: (1:47 - 1:57)
WHO WON?
WHO'S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE!
EPIC! CARTOON! ...RAP BATTLES!!!
