nice hat dork you look like a duck I had Alfred read your books he told me they suck I'll crush your British nuts until they're bangers and mash I've seen better detective work in Tango and Cash you chump I kick punks like you off the streets while you and Velma here are solving Scooby-Doo mysteries nothing makes me laugh but I bet your raps can so bring it on bitch I'm Batman I once met a rich fellow who smelled of guano and pain Holmes explain I deduce this deuce stain is Bruce Wayne the billionaire? yes, his wealth would allow this adversary of ours to afford the toys he needs since he has no superpowers you want a battle bat? bring it then I heard he has a British butler good, then he'll be used to getting served by Englishmen you're a wack vigilante black pantied spud with no skill my sidekick's a doctor because his flows are so ill shut up nerds I serve justice so eat it my sidekick only comes around when he's needed! Boy Wonder make you wonder how your ass got killed bite harder than those hounds down in Baskerville I'll blast you with that Bat-wack-rap repellent rappel a building, snatch a villain then by dinner be chillin' gotta secret 'bout your homegirl Irene Adler took her back to my nest to bam pow kersplat her I'll shatter that fiddle with a chop of the hand holy Conan Doyle let's get 'em oh god damn you're not smart you're selfish you endanger everyone's life why don't you let your boyfriend here go home to his wife? nobody likes you not your brother, not your partner not Scotland Yard you'll die alone with no friends except that needle in your arm this mustn't register on an emotional level first, exploit childhood tragedy then gesture with pipe Watson finishes punchline next, acknowledge compliment conclude with killer catch phrase I believe your parents' homicide is why you mask your face you're shamed and traumatized and haunted by the vast disgrace of watching like a passive waste as momma died and daddy was dispatched with haste Holmes you've cracked the case you're a batshit crazy basket case bloody good rhymes I've got tonnes dissing these dynamic douchebags was elementary my dear Watson ohhhhh! who won? who's next? you decide