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Lyrics
[Verse 1: Al Bundy]
Yo, it's Al on the mic, king of the shoe store grind,
Scored four touchdowns, Jack, in my prime.
Your life’s a sitcom rerun, barely a hit,
Your rabbit pal’s got more personality, nitwit.
You’re a broke man’s Bundy, sipping sorrow on the couch,
While I'm the OG with shoe sales in my pouch.
Your sarcastic quips? More limp than my customers' soles,
Man to man? I leave you with unfilled goals.
[Verse 2: Jack Malloy]
Oh, Al Bundy thinks he can step in my place?
Baby, your glory days are lost in spacetime waste.
Four touchdowns? Yeah, we heard, yeah, we know,
But you're selling shoes now—a far fall, bro.
Got an imaginary rabbit, but it’s still a better friend,
Than your whole family who want this show to end.
Peek behind your grin, we both on sitcoms cliché,
But my dark humor hits harder—got laughs on replay.
[Chorus]
Two bitter dads, trapped in TV gridlock,
Rhyme-slinging venom, these punches don’t stop.
From the couch to the stage, we airing out flaws,
Debating who's irking more comedic guffaws.
[Verse 3: Al Bundy]
Working Man's hero, ain't no shame in my scheme,
Got a miserable life, but still married my dream.
Peggy’s still hot, your lady just bounced,
While I keep trudging, trophy shelf announced.
Details
GeneratedMar 22, 2025
Duration3:50
LanguageEnglish
Style
battle rap, hard-hitting, rap, comedic
Credits
Prompt by
kriegerdemon666
kriegerdemon666ModelAria v4
Prompt
a rap battle in the same fashion as ERB
Al Bundy (from married with children) vs Jack Malloy (unhappily ever after)
