[Peter Pan takes the stage, and flies

up onto Bowser's Castle.

Yo, it's Peter Pan, the boy who never grows old,

I'm here to school this Koopa King, watch his story unfold.

Raised by a Koopa wizard priest who flies on a broom like a witch?

Spent your whole life chasing after just one crazy bitch?

You're not a real king you're just a middle aged mutant turtle dope,

by the way your son's mouth should be rinsed out with soap!

I'm a Neverland legend, you're just a Bowser on the run, who's not a great runner!

I've got pixie dust, while you're just a fiery turtle bummer.

I fly high, spreading joy like Tinkerbell's glitter,

You're just stuck in your castle, plotting schemes that are bitter.

You chase after Princess Peach, but her heart's got a lock,

You'll never snag that love, 'cause you're all shell and no rock.

You're a moron whose schemes are dumber than hell, you even have any you're planning next?

You stink at conquering kingdoms and you stink at princess theft,

you'll never succeed with an army of so called turtle and shroom warriors that do nothing but walk left!

Related to the Kappa, a creature women and children run from?

But not as crafty as I am, Neverland's war drum!

[Bowser:]

Bowser takes the stage, stomping up to the roof of his castle.

LINK! WHO THE HELL HIRED LINK TO RAP BATTLE THE GREAT

BIG BOWSER KING OF AWESOME?

oh-it's Peter Pan. Who the...oh yeah, I know him, Kamek Koopa read me his

fairy tales as a kid.

*bowser brushes up on his knowledge of peter pan*

OKAY...

Hold up, Pan, you think you're hot stuff, you're a fairy tale fluke,

I'm the king of the Koopa Troop, here to serve you a nuke.

Let's face it, kid, we both like to kidnap the ladies,

a lot of people look at BOTH of us as sad evil crazies.

But I'll let you know one thing, as your lyrics make me groan,

At least the Peach tree I'm trying to pluck is fricking full grown,

While you're stuck in a lagoon, go chew on a dinosaur bone.

Wish I had remembered who you were much sooner,

cuz I SURE as hell ain't lettin' you near my lost boy Bowser Junior.

I've got one for ya, here's a real zinger,

You can fly you can fly, but I'm a much better singer!

Your shadow's my slave, and your fairy's a chump,

Tinker Bell? More like Tinker Smell! Wouldn't bring her to Jr.'s flippin' show and tell!

Tellin' you right now she's less strong than an echidna,

and when it comes to being a sidekick she sure ain't no Midna!

I'll crush you so bad, you'll be wishing for a lump.

I've got a daughter, Wendy, she's the real princess,

But she's still looking for a real king, not a childish wussy-ass mess.

It takes a real man to take down a stupid elf shnook, bwahaha I rule!

not like Captain Hook who got eaten by K. ROOL!

[Peter Pan:]

I'm Peter Pan, the boy who's always in flight,

You're stuck in a shell, can't handle a fight.

You're slow and you're clumsy, got a temper so hot,

You think you're all that but you're just a big bot.

Your daughter Wendy, well, I bet she's quite the catch,

But from what I've heard, her love life's a mismatch.

She's grown up and proper, while you're stuck in your lair,

Maybe she's embarrassed by the way you're a scare.

[Bowser:]

I'm the King of the Koopas, and I'm fearsome and tough,

You're just a boy with a hat who thinks he's enough.

You can flap around in your tights and your cap,

But when it comes to real battles, you're just a flapjack.

Your Lost Boys are a joke, and your magic's a mess,

I'll roast you so bad, you'll be wishing for less.

Your Wendy's got class, she's got brains and she's sharp,

Unlike you, Peter Pan, who's just playing a harp.

[Peter Pan:]

Oh Bowser, Bowser, you're all fire and bluster, you look like rotten green mustard,

But in the game of life, you're just a flimsy old custard.

Gonna rap you so hard all you're gonna do is just stammer,

lookin' more incompetant than your minions the great Brothers Hammer!

You're out of your league, don't even try to fight,

I'll take you to Neverland, and we'll be flying tonight.

So flap off, Koopa King, before you feel the sting,

Of a Peter Pan who's swift with a lyrical wing.

Your castle's a ruin, and your schemes are a joke,

So let's see how you fare, when you're lost in my smoke.

[Bowser:]

You think you're so clever, with your childish capers,

But you're messing with Bowser, the master of shapers.

I'll turn your whole Neverland into a Koopa-fied mess,

With traps and with tricks, and a big fiery stress.

You're not fit to be ruler, you're more like a prankster,

I'll make you my sidekick, just another Koopa gangster.

So fly away, Pan, and take your fairy friend,

Bowser's the name, and this battle's the end!

WHO WON? WHO'S NEXT?

YOU DECIDE!