Epic rap Battles of History
The Red Baron
Versus
The White Death
Begin!

I'm the greatest sniper ever, took out half a thousand surgically
If you've never heard of me, I did my job perfectly
You wouldn't last a minute in the snow pits I was sitting in
I'm fatal for my homeland, like Sub-Zero, I'ma finnish him (r)
You kept you're flying target of a plane hard to miss
You're more full of yourself than my steaming jars of piss
But you're second class like your first Iron Cross
You're only held up as the best by the side that always lost
You should have zagged over France, but you zigged and got your wig popped
You're whole flying circus can suck it, big top
When duty called I left Red Army ranks ripped open
Now it's time to make a zombie out of this Richthofen

I'm the ace of aces, and I'm coming in hot
On a paskapää looking like The Phantom of the Opera
Stick to skis, your iron sights will never find me
You're firing blindly like you let the Sun get behind me
Stalin sent you sitting ducks, your kill count's due to luck
Your whole campaing is set to easy as fuck
Tiptoeing around, killing weak Russian recruits
You're a sneaky little ninja of low hanging fruit
Sopwith Camel free is how I like to keep the sky
Got a goblet made every time I greased a guy
Used up so much silver it depleted Germany's supply
Now I'll leave you flat and cold like my frozen pizza pie

You're pizza's crap, I should battle DiGiorno
My name stands for sisu, your name's on a porno
Ugh, all your lyrical cheap shots are shoddy
They should've left you on that pile of dead bodies
I guess they didn't cover rapping in the Dicta Boelcke
I'm blowing up your spot like the Säkkijärven polkka
Würmchern, you were only ever good at one thing
Tell me, how effective would you be in the Spring?

I killed more in a month that you did in your lifespan
You're not Top Gun, your just another mark for the Iceman
You don't wanna fight, dog, I might be droopy
But your the red prick who couldn't even beat Snoopy
I dispose of foes with my Mosin–Nagant
No scope, I let it go like a frozen savant
A little beast clicking like a reindeer bull
But I don't pull a sleigh, I slay when I pull

Argh, I'm a bullet through a spinning propeller, precision killer
Once you meet the Fokkers you'll have never been stiller
Häyhä, I got you all in check when my Spandaus boom out
I'll leave your chest looking like your name: Two umlauts
I'll drop you like the shot to the jaw that you caught
Quit now, save face like your doctors could not
They should call you "White Death Wish"
I just smacked the taste out your mouth like it's the ice you hide your breath with

Who won?
Who's next?
You decide!
Epic rap Battles of History