Patrick Bateman vs. Sweeney Todd Freshy Kanal (Ft. LittleFlecks, Meggie-Elise & The Stupendium)

[Verse 1: Sweeney Todd (The Stupendium)]
There's a hole in the world and a fake Brad Pitt
Puttin' holes into girls, leave 'em slain and split
'Cause there's holes in his brain that no payment can fix
And he goes by the name of Bateman
This oaf of a broker couldn't sell his persona
Only see this banker compensating when work's over
Turpin kept his bird caged in, secure
Still I've never known a toff so insecure
You and my razor are the same in effect
Except my blade is sharp when it's a pain in the neck
I'd say look back at your mistakes because you're making a mess
But I'm sure that reflection would get Master Bateman erect

[Verse 2: Patrick Bateman (Littleflecks), Sweeney Todd (The Stupendium)]
I'm trying to listen to the new Freshy Kanal tape
But this fucking limey won't stop shouting in my ear
I'm gonna stab a Tim Burden to death
Until I taste Sweeney Toddler tears
I'm Patrick Bateman, I take it you'll understand
If I keep my gloves on when I'm shaking your hand
You reek of disease and live in people's feces
And yet you're the biggest shit that I've seen on Fleet Street
Do you cut your own hair? I can tell
Michael Jackson's "Thriller" monster's alive and well
Innocent, but spent half your life in jail
I'm not behind a cell 'cause I got Bale
That's your wife that you severed and carved
'Cause you're a terrible barber, 'til death do us part
Stupid fucking bastard, you didn't get very far
Now let's hear Paul Allen's bars (What have I've done?)