Yet another request
Everybody loved the first time, so here's hoping I cooked up another masterpiece

Oh, also, quick pro tip, if the images don't load, reload the page a time or two, works for me.
inhale

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EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY

FLYING SUPRA

VERSUS

FLYING T-34

VERSUS

FLYING CENTURION

BEGIN!

Flying Supra
sigh
This again, gotta go against this relic.
I've proved my rhymes are slick, but yours are psychedelic.
I tried to ask Lockheed why they made you but I couldn't
And it's not because you're a Soviet, it's because you're an adopted tank.
You have wheels but you use those tracks
And you'd explode if I touched your ammo racks
I'll admit I have my share of flaws
But at least I'm not a death trap on... those! (referring to the tank tracks)
Your armor is more slanted than my brain when I'm forced to hear
The lopsided opinions you claim as facts when it's pretty clear
You can't even withstand one German tank
And I'm just gonna be honest, blunt, and frank
You're a curse to your crew
Just like the Among Us impostor blue
And the only thing I'd prefer you over
Is Lankybox and them brainrot doners!
I've said it before, but I'll say it again:
I'm so loved I could turn arch nemesis to friends!
From the Boomers to Gen Alpha, I'm a star, sport, and commuter
You, on the other hand, are forgotten except on a computer.
You live in museums, I live on the streets, no wonder
I'll be loved forevermore, you'll be loved in War Thunder!

Flying T-34
Oh look, it's the An-225
SIKE, IT'S YOUR MOM GOING FOR A DIVE
You wouldn't even survive for five
Seconds when you try to thrive
On the battlefield
Cause you wield and yield
Nothing useful
You look cool
But that's about it
Really, it's better you just quit.
My lines are short and bitter
Cause I don't need as many words to make you quiver
You look like something out of a Minecraft mod,
No wonder you make my sanity Wither
You don't have any feats, you live among Fiats
I could beat two Mustangs, but one of them would beat you!
And when you're tires burn out from your overpowered drifting
You'll say "MOM GET THE CAMRY," but you're adopted too!

Flying Centurion
Alright, alright, what the bloody heck is this?
You gonna join me for tea time, or should I break things up myself?
The two of you got some nerve with all your pride and your banter,
So it's time to school you both, the Queen excuse my manners,
Starting with the Soviet, so be it, you're a polygon with detail
Yet you're still built so cheap I could find you at the average retail
Russian Bias is a lie, it actually doesn't exist
The hand of Stalin is the right one, that's the shriveled one, you get the gist?
Toyota, you don't got an iota of a single freakin clue
You're real self is so weak, I had to buy Hot Wheels to redeem you
You're an abandonment, a disappointment, loved by your fans but no one else
Your parents first, then your Niece-san, so I asked Dat-Son for a pulse
Of your personality but you're a hotshot
Who doesn't communicate with anyone except... there's no one I got ¯_(?)_/¯
So I respect my elders, and I respect my followers,
But you two are the fastest way to make my brain hollower!
And if I have to make myself clearer, I won't hesitate to DO IT,
I'M SAD I'M USING MY TWO EYES TO LOOK UPON THESE-

menacing engine noises

Centurion
Wha- what's that sound?

Supra
Oh no

T-34
Dear Garrison

LAGWING

Down in Ohio... swag like Ohio...
Y'all about to go down in Ohio...
You mess with big boaster
Then I'll roast you like a toaster
Let me spit some hot facts
Nullify all your attacks
Didn't even see me on approach
Now I'll give your final approach
You're all pretty basic
You think you're so epic
But you don't even have wings
Meanwhile I'm the airfoil king
I could list how messed up you are
But then I'd take it too far
So I'll make it short instead
And hope from shame you're not up dead
We've got a Soviet failure, your name is literally Mickey Mouse
You're faster than a Maus, but still dumber than a house
The Toy... Iowa.... Toyata, was it, I don't know
The only thing I can remember is your loud engines, bro
And you, Canturion-

Centurion
Centurion

LAGWING
I meant what I said, kid
Because you Can't do anything vivid
I've heard all you got to say a thousand times before
And that goes for all of you, go out and explore
Go touch grass instead of clouds
Maybe then you whatever-you-calls-them will finally be allowed.

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WHO WON??

WHO'S NEXT??

YOU DECIDE!