Back at Playa Des Losers, it was a continuation of the rap battle tournament. Scarlett and Mal (transformed back into Mike) were relaxing, awaiting the results, while Chris walked out, ready to get it started.
"We're back." Chris chuckled, cracking his knuckles. "But, the results will come soon, we're still tallying 'em up."
"Um, last time you said-" Courtney interrupted, "that me and that... thing would be battling without spinning the wheel. What's up with that?"
"Well, I thought of it." Chris replied.
Courtney stomped her foot. "I want it fair!"
"Well, I don't care!"
"OOOH!" Chef shouted. "He dropped it like it was hot!"
"Chef?"
"EPIC RAP BATTLES OF TOTAL DRAMA..."
"DUNCAN..."
"VERSUS..."
"COURTNEY"!
"BEGIN."
Courtney: You'll be failing this battle, like how you dropped out from manners school.
Can you really consider smoking, stealing and being an unlikable thug cool?
I'm prim, proper and powerful, and have already mapped out my future plans.
On the breakfast of September 18th, 2016, I'll be munching on Sultana Bran.
I have standards for myself; you just do whatever's mainstream and hyping.
You don't think before you act at all, which is why we were constantly fighting.
But I've put this all behind me, and I've really only got one thing to say.
For all that misery, abuse, and crap you put me through, you're really going to pay!
Duncan: Bring it on, missy, you know that I like my women mean and feisty.
You're the most uptight gal I've ever met in my life, so drop the fake goody-nicey-nicey.
You're lying, cheating and deceptive, and if I didn't despise you, I'd applaud.
But all of this BS you're making up, getting attention and whatnot, I think you're just a fraud.
Dating someone as whiny as you was the biggest mistake I've ever even made.
Sorry I couldn't help myself from wanting to desperately get laid.
Wait, you should be apologizing sweetheart, for all the crap you put me the hell through.
The reason I cheated on you with Gwen, was none other, than you.
Courtney: Urgh, don't even try to justify your disgusting mistakes by putting the blame on someone with actual responsibility!
If you think you're going to get away with this mark-free, think again, because I'm coming at you with every electrical utility!
Your libido and your intelligence is a huge disappointment to me,
I should have dumped you before this crap happened, so I could be free.
But no, you tortured me, and put me in a pool of drama without any escape!
So shut your vile, thuggy, gross, stainy, pierced, delinquent mouth, before I get out the duct-tape!
Duncan: Blah-blah-blah, all I can hear is you being a C.I.T. and getting out your lawyers, it's getting old.
I'm not afraid of no judges or courts, I've been there many times before!
You're not innocent, you sang about crushing a girl with a rock because you got mad!
You're a horrible monster even worse than me, so drop the entire fad.
I've had enough with you, why did I even bother in the first place?
You should get a taste of your own medicine, in the form of mace!
Courtney: Get back here, don't walk away from me you idiotic Neanderthal!
You always walk away from your problems, whether we're in the ally or the mall!
Why can't you take responsibility for your actions and stop shoplifting things like mugs?
It doesn't make you any cooler, have fun with THAT on your resume, thug!
Duncan: Silly, silly Courtney, you always come crawling right back to my door.
Alejandro, Steve Urkel, Redneck and I? What are you, a w**re?
I'll just keep insulting you blindly, relaxing, while you come back for more.
But you're really repetitive and whiny, and now my throat's getting sore!
"WHO WON."
"WHO'S NEXT."
Chris interrupted. "You're all deciding, folks! Leave a review of WHO WON BOTH THIS AND LAST BATTLE, AND WHO YOU WANT TO SEE. ;)"
"That was mah line." Chef grunted, annoyed.
