>>45067571Let me interrupt this little pissing contest
Ain't surprised to see this circle-jerk wit' y'all standin' puff-chest
Leave it to a woman to point out your rhymes are weak
Let me school you on the classics shit's about to get GREEK
Artie, ain't a smarty, shoulda stayed home on the throne
You ain't a hero, only Mera got the urge to pick your bone
I'm familiar with your kingdom of the large and tiny fishes
And I tell ya that they make the tastiest exotic dishes
Toula and Tempest, and even Blacqualad
Think you're the saddest stand-in Dad that anyone's ever had
Stay in the water I'm embarrassed to fight you
And if I'm on a water mission I won't even invite you
Hal you think you a space ace, with your green and shiny ring
It's a crackerjack toy, and I'm Queen of the bling
You got those fat-head midgets, all blue and you're devoted
No wonder back when you God's green assassin you demoted
You fly around with your posse and you're all brought down by fear
Well fear is my uncle, bitch, am I making myself clear?
I'll crumble your resolve, make you crawl back in the drink
In fact you sure you sober now? Cause your rhymes are wobbly and they STINK.
And Flash, your skills are trash, put it straight back in your pants
I'll rap round you in circles while I do my Zorba dance
The origin of your power, your mighty Speed Force
Just another Ancient Greek River I fly over on my horse
You got all these boys convinced that you go slow in bed
But I speak to Iris AND Linda, and that ain't 'what she said'
You’ll be seeing red when I fold you into a human pretzel, no doubt
I’ll repel your rhymes back atcha quicker than you can spit ‘em out.