Spartans
let's start this
show this petty officer
who's the hardest
the biggest mistake
that you've ever made
I'll toss you like a frag grenade
I'll stomp you in the face
with my sandals enraged
and tonight
we shall rhyme in the shade
your puny fans are fat nerds
on computers
jerking off to games
giving themselves
first person shooters
your armor's hard
but my abs are harder
you're in my hood now Chief
this
is
Sparta
not so fast
Cortana says you're Greek
so why don't you stick these lyrics
up your ass
they built a monument to my sins
you're the soldier they need you to be
ain't no way that you can beat me
even my initials spell MC
while you and your companions
were all camping in a canyon
took a campaign to your house
and showed your Queen
my plasma cannon
they shoulda thrown your rhymes
over the cliff because they're sickly
you will not enjoy this
but it will be over quickly
ha
I've had better battles
with my six year old son
I don't need fire power
when I'm rocking these guns
I'm King
you sleep in a freezer in outer space
I'd look you in the eyes
but you're too much of a bitch
to show your face
you got a bad case of no shirt
there Fabio Flintstone
your whole plan got messed up
by a hunch back with down syndrome
300 asses need a kicking
give more teabags than Lipton
so why don't you quit your bitching
my trigger finger's itching
who won?
who's next?
you decide