[Verse 1: Amelia Earhart (K.C.)]
Now, I see you Cooper, those sketches all seem redundant
Could've just said he looks like Agent Smith’s uglier cousin (Ha!)
Uh, I fought for suffrage and supported equal rights (What?)
But you and I cannot be equal in this fight
I’m an American daredevil tearing through various perilous aerial hells
My hart is in the air, of course my books flew off the shelves
He’s a civilian ex-millant irritant. He did a terrorist incident since he was pissed off
Jumped outta the plane too early like he’s dishonorable discharge
You couldn’t distinguish a good chute I got the Distinguished Flying Cross
Your body most likely ended up like your whiskey: on the rocks
[Verse 2: D.B. Cooper (RaccoonBroVA)]
Miss, you better listen; I got bombs in my rhymes, hun
And I intend to join the 8 mile high club
The fly jacket wearing skyjacker ain’t afraid of danger
When my sunglasses make for greater aviators
Heard you traveled the Atlantic but not actually as pilot
Became the forefront of air travel being a backseat flier
Even when your job was map reading, you were a novice
Amy, you couldn’t navigate your way to a dentist’s office
Stay out of my dropzone, I’m taking more shots than
Your co-pilot got loaded with before you got lost (What?)
Didn’t know any morse code, so communication was dropped (Hello?)
No wonder your story closed with a dot, dot, dot
Now, I see you Cooper, those sketches all seem redundant
Could've just said he looks like Agent Smith’s uglier cousin (Ha!)
Uh, I fought for suffrage and supported equal rights (What?)
But you and I cannot be equal in this fight
I’m an American daredevil tearing through various perilous aerial hells
My hart is in the air, of course my books flew off the shelves
He’s a civilian ex-millant irritant. He did a terrorist incident since he was pissed off
Jumped outta the plane too early like he’s dishonorable discharge
You couldn’t distinguish a good chute I got the Distinguished Flying Cross
Your body most likely ended up like your whiskey: on the rocks
[Verse 2: D.B. Cooper (RaccoonBroVA)]
Miss, you better listen; I got bombs in my rhymes, hun
And I intend to join the 8 mile high club
The fly jacket wearing skyjacker ain’t afraid of danger
When my sunglasses make for greater aviators
Heard you traveled the Atlantic but not actually as pilot
Became the forefront of air travel being a backseat flier
Even when your job was map reading, you were a novice
Amy, you couldn’t navigate your way to a dentist’s office
Stay out of my dropzone, I’m taking more shots than
Your co-pilot got loaded with before you got lost (What?)
Didn’t know any morse code, so communication was dropped (Hello?)
No wonder your story closed with a dot, dot, dot
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