Lyrics Epic Rap Battles Of History

Epic Rap Battles Of History

Zeus vs Thor

Zeus:

How dare you challenge my immortal throne?

I'm the father of the gods, put your daddy on the phone.

Maybe Odin could beg me for a truce, cause when Zeus lets loose,

I'll put your cross-dressing neck in a noose.

I'm like Medusa, stone a motherfucka if he looks at me wrong

A bull getting bitches with my swansong

I'm on point like Poseidon's trident

Rhymes colder than the frosty balls of your giants

Thor:

Allow Thor to retort, you shape-shifting rapist

And get a taste of this Scandinavian greatness

Brought forth by my rage and thunderstorm force

Cause I don't get nice, I get Norse (Norse)

Valhalla at your boy and we'll fight it out

But keep your Asgard up, I Ragnarök the house

You tongue kissed your sister, that's grosser than a gorgon

I'm the thunder down under; nailing Natalie Portman

Who would ever worship someone as abusive as Zeus is?

You're ruthless to humans, your crew is like the clash of the douches

Ruling over the Greeks, a people weak and frightened

I'd spit in your face but you'd probably like it

Zeus:

Only a mindless fool would knock the fathers of philosophy

My Greeks built the bedrock of democracy!

With astronomy, they charted out the movements of my kin

All the pimps on Mount Olympus and me the Kingpin!

Let this sink in, I'm about to rain on your parade

Itchy triggerfinger quicker with the bolts than Usain

You're history, I'll be the first to put it in writing

MC Hammer just got struck twice by Greece Lightning

Thor:

Rain, old man? This is hardly a drizzle

You couldn't give the women in my homeland the sniffles

You can keep your astronomers, I'll sail with the conquerers

For thousands of kilometers, discovering the continents

I'm Alpha dog dominant, you can't beat me

I will drop you like Greece's GDP

Send you deeper underground than the depths of your Hades

Now make like your daddy and swallow my babies

Zeus:

You think the underworld scares the ruler of the skies?

You're joking! Loki must have written your lines

By the time I've finished ripping you with wits and rhymes

You'll need a lighter for your ship 'cause a viking just died

Thor:

Your glory days are over, the oracle should have told ya

I'll kick your wrinkly dick back in your toga like "opa"!

Here, take these drachma for your eyes

When you get to River Styx, tell your three headed bitch I say hi (woof!)