Gaston Vs. Hans is the 18th installment of Moleman's Epic Rap Battles. It features villainous Disney suitors Gaston and Prince Hans. LeFou, crony of the former, also makes an appearance.

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Bonjour, asshole! You wanna duke it out with this?

Daniel Plainview drinks milkshakes, and I finish your sandwiches!

Burst in, thwart your schemes, plant that true love's French kiss;

People love to hate me; you plain get folks pissed!

There's Norway you can win; no one raps like Gaston!

I'll send you plummeting to your death; happy trails, Hans!

Yeah, I failed to kill the Beast, but I can topple you, at least;

Drive you mad and have you locked away like Crazy Old Maurice!

I've got an operatic voice, in the bass–baritone range,

Just like my great–uncle Brom; you're more like Ichabod Crane!

And Frozen hasn't even been out for a single year yet;

You can't make a good rap battle with a man you've just met!

I'll cement it as a trend to punch you squarely in the face,

Invite your brothers over here, and have you finish fourteenth place.

LeFou: You tell 'em, boss!

Gaston: It's true, LeFou: I'm the best at what I do.

Now, if only there was someone out there who loved...


LeFou: Wow, what a pathetic loser... totally unlike you, boss.

Prince Hans:Edit

Mr. Potts, I trust you'll pardon the harsh words of this kettle,

As they leave you like a wilted rose, bereft of every petal.

I've come full of surprises for this pea–brained gorilla;

This royal Foreigner's Cold as Ice, but far from Vanilla.

When I play the game of thrones, I keep it subtly poetic,

But when I get up on the mic, I spit pyrokinetics.

Better add a few more cartons to your daily egg regimen:

I've seen snowmen measuring as more intimidating specimens.

My Frozen Heart is an open door of which you should beware,

And my sideburns alone can rival your entire chest of hair.

Be my guest: call a lynch mob on me. I'm not scared;

Your posse lost to a militia of furniture and kitchenware!

I'm ambitious, you're petty; All your boasting doesn't phase me,

Nor would getting my hands messy here; in fact, I love crazy,

And when I see your head mounted on your own trophy wall,

This rapping monarch will have finally found his kingdom after all.


You scrawny little prick! You've tangled with the wrong man,

And now it's gonna get real!

LeFou: I'll strike up the band!

Gaston: You're living proof of Disney princes getting cheaper by the dozen;

You couldn't even beat Groose, my retard elven half–cousin.

Like a hairless, clawless Scar, you're clearly envious of my pride,

But you'll be shattered like the mirror you're based on when our blows collide!

I've got muscles, man! Like Casey, I'm a superstar slugger;

When I'm done with you, you're gonna be a major fixer–upper!

I'm the classic evil suitor; you're better off ignored,

So saddle up on your pony and haul it back to the fjord!


Your strong suit is rejection; should've settled for those Bimbettes!

I, on the other hand, can actually woo a princess;

A devious chameleon, effortlessly blending in.

No one ever sees me coming; like a sober Mandarin!

I ruin ships; just ask Anna. Man, my words are like torpedoes,

Ripping holes into the hull of the barge that is your ego,

So go hang with your pal Frollo at the nearest Taco Bell;

I've got an exile to attend to – be seeing you in Hell!

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