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