[Verse 1: Superman]
You're up against a king, son, DC's representative
Should I take it easy on you? 'Cuz they tell me that you're sensitive
But I won't hold back, I really hope that you can handle it
I'll tell you what, I'll end you then send you to anger management
You randomly attack, while I'm fighting for a just cause
Cabbage in your pants, while I've got a pair of steel balls
I'll choke you out as Clark Kent despite my mild manner
Then sing a tribute at your funeral: "The Scarred Strangled Banner"
[Verse 2: Bruce Banner]
I'm the marvel of the science world, while you're a desk jockey
Drop a one-two punch, like Hiroshima and Nagasaki
I'm a killer with my metaphors, my level's unattainable
My skill is like your red underwear, it's unexplainable
I'll tear you into pieces, like a lyrical Jack the Ripper
You take your clothes off in public, Clark, the "S" stands for "Stripper"
Lois wants me in her fast lane each and every night
And news flash: You die by green and I don't mean kryptonite
[Verse 3: Superman]
OK, you're asking for the knockout and sheer humiliation
That vision of you winning is just the gamma radiation
I think it's time that we cement your second loss
Didn't need my X-ray sight to see inside of Betty Ross
Cool your temper with my breath, got a nice, cold flow
So after every line, I'll hit you with the "hey, are you mad, bro"?
You better go before I turn you into mush
You might be big, but you still ride the short bus
You're up against a king, son, DC's representative
Should I take it easy on you? 'Cuz they tell me that you're sensitive
But I won't hold back, I really hope that you can handle it
I'll tell you what, I'll end you then send you to anger management
You randomly attack, while I'm fighting for a just cause
Cabbage in your pants, while I've got a pair of steel balls
I'll choke you out as Clark Kent despite my mild manner
Then sing a tribute at your funeral: "The Scarred Strangled Banner"
[Verse 2: Bruce Banner]
I'm the marvel of the science world, while you're a desk jockey
Drop a one-two punch, like Hiroshima and Nagasaki
I'm a killer with my metaphors, my level's unattainable
My skill is like your red underwear, it's unexplainable
I'll tear you into pieces, like a lyrical Jack the Ripper
You take your clothes off in public, Clark, the "S" stands for "Stripper"
Lois wants me in her fast lane each and every night
And news flash: You die by green and I don't mean kryptonite
[Verse 3: Superman]
OK, you're asking for the knockout and sheer humiliation
That vision of you winning is just the gamma radiation
I think it's time that we cement your second loss
Didn't need my X-ray sight to see inside of Betty Ross
Cool your temper with my breath, got a nice, cold flow
So after every line, I'll hit you with the "hey, are you mad, bro"?
You better go before I turn you into mush
You might be big, but you still ride the short bus
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