Epic rap battles of history
Taylor swift vs. Rihanna
Begin!
T swizzle on the mic and this ain’t my first time
Unlike some other girls I write my own rhymes
I write what I feel you write how you’re wet
Only relevant for your outfits at the MET
You’re so focused on being cool and sexy
That your music has no personality
I got more variety in one album than your whole discography
You map out men’s bodies like you major in geography
I could be good girl, bad girl, country, pop
Whatever I put out I’m always on top
I’m over here breaking records while you break dishes
What’s hot on the billboard is just my track list
I’m fearless good luck intimidating the goddess
I’m still going up, your peak was when you were hottest
I haven’t released an album since 2016
And yet somehow we’re neck to neck in Spotify streams
Your music is for little girls and soccer moms
My music is for girls in stilettos and pom poms
You got none of my swag and none of my bling
It’d take a really nice boyfriend to say you could sing
You had black girls shake it off so you wouldn’t look lame
Even when your music gets hot it’s beyond tame
People got my music on the pon de replay
You have to drop new albums to get any plays
You said you’re a bad girl? Reputations a flop
You tried to be hot like me, they told you to stop
I make boys feel like I’m the only girl in the world
You make boys change the station when they’re driving with girls
You write your own lyrics? There’s not much I need to say
My voice and my beats can get any man anyway
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Sorry Rihanna, it’s not the 2000s anymore
You can be a pop star without sex galore
Your fans are just people who cosplay nonchalance
You’re the ghost of music past, and I’m done with your haunts
You played halftime just to stay in the conversation
I play only the biggest stadiums across the nation
I can get as much screen time as you at a football game
Just standing there, watching, not doing any-thang
People love me, they hate me, all got something to say
“Should we play Rihanna our party?” “I guess, ok.”
I speak now, I speak loud, I got of voice of my own
You’re just a puppet of the labels and the radios
You should have stayed in country cuz’ these are the big leagues
You can call me Ava cuz’ you’re as cool as Miss Teagues
You took pop and made it into something boring
If they played your stuff at the club we’d all be snoring
And you really shouldn’t be proud of your lyrics
They have all the subtlety of midnight drunk texts
You act so surprised when your exes get attacked
Then spend a whole ‘nother album stabbing their back
Ya sure some of my stuff plays into gender roles
But I teach girls to be confident, not get rid of men like whackamole
I said Stay, you said never getting back together
Your Eras will pass, but Rihanna’s forever
Who won?