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Emma:
Let’s do this! It’s the worker’s champ
Squaring off against the rich man’s rubber
stamp!
I inspired direct action
You inspired uninspired brats
Who grew up to build detention camps
Now here comes your very first leasson on class.
First you need to pull your Fountainhead out of
your ass.
Sucking up to the rich
Never scratches that itch
Just ask Marie how shit goes down when the
poor get sassed!
Your books feel endless but your morals are absent
Even your sex scenes seem to take a stand
against consent
Tell your readers “Rise up!”
But all you do is punch down.
We know you’re poppin ‘stead of snortin,
Cause your nose is too brown!
I’m Emma!
Passing out haymakers
Since the Haymarket
With somone objectivly shitty in target
Your bibliography’s a joke
Check out your fandom
Spittin such nonsense
Shoulda’ called you Ayn Random!
My bars are Gold, man!
My flow is fantastic!
The only gold you got is
In mental gymnastics!
You can’t shrug me off!
Your wordplay is tame!
The only bomb you ever dropped
Was when you changed your name!
Ayn:
You looter! You’ve got nothing to proclaim!
I’m in the senate and wallstreet’s hall of fame
You’re a nobody! Nothing but third rate crook
Who wasn’t fit to be a villain in one of my books
Existence exists, unlike your style
Or memorable speeches that you could
compile
So maybe you just have a seat for a while
While I look through my notes and try to find
your file.
Ah! There she is, Emma G!
Russia’s biggest mistake till they
Got rid of me.
Deportee... prison bitch...
Works with needles but she can’t give me a
single stitch!
Even as socialists go
You’re the whackest!
Lenin himself put
Your ass on the blacklist!
You stanned for the man
Who canned the most bland
And random head of state ...
Well planned, mate!
Your body and your body of work
Can’t hold a candle to me
You tried to unite people
But I formed a society!
I achieved all my objectives
I’m one of a kind, man!
Pullin so much green in
Call me Dolla Sign Rand!
You wanna talk gold?
My books are still best sellin
I’m Modern philosophy’s Google
You’re shit’s still AOLin’!
I set the stage
for the model of the future
Good thing you’re a nurse
Your career needs some sutures
My look is so slick!
Your form is straight saggin
Lookin like some Ma Gogan
From some freakin Pete’s Dragon!
Now, if you can still think straight
Through all the salt...
Tell me, who is John Gault?
Emma:
I’m supposed to be impressed
By your imaginary friend?
Or your middle school philosophy
That trust fund kids defend
Pretty sure that you wrote fiction
Just to hide your contradictions
You don’t fool me Nostra-dumbass
You’ve no talent for predictions
That’s some hella boring fantasy
Where did you get this schlock?
You think you nailed the future?
You’re in for a Bio-shock!
Your legacy’s a tragedy!
From Greenspan to Shapiro!
You launched a grifting empire
Tomi Lahren 1.0!
Yes I’ll throw down for some Leon
At Least his actions had some style
It aint like I’m getting wet over
Some child killing pedophile!
I spoke truth to power for the little guys
To get the wheels spinning for the marginalized
The only things you ever spun were lies
To keep the one percent anesthetized!
And trust me, we ain’t done
I wanna hear you scream!
So button up, this seamstress
Gonna rip you at the seams!
No love from mom
No hugs from dad
Turned to shopping
To try to make you glad
When the soviets took
That hoard of cash
Took your anger out
On the never-hads
Got self obsessed
Redefined the words
Made the rules as you go
Never been deterred
By ethics, reason
Integrity, facts
Blew up your own train
To stop progress in its tracks
Defending the lowest
From racists to rapists
Enabling the richest
To live as escapists
Cashing that welfare
While trying to erase this
Social saftey net
That shit is shameless!
I’ll end any bourgie shill
I don’t give a Frick!
Ride you harder than
You rode your made up boyfriend’s dick!
This is anarchy, trick!
I come at you ruthless!
I’d tell you to bite me
But we all know you’re toothless!
Ayn:
So now little miss bankrupt’s
Started thinking that she’s hot
You hit the scene first but you’ll always be an
afterthought !
And how the fuck you gonna flex on me
About some failed plots
You’re just jealous I was sellin shit
That someone fucking bought
You think you got jabs, bitch?
I’m swingin the strongest
You had more pathetic dudes
In you than congress
Little edgelord bitch!
You ain’t close to bad, kid!
I’ll lay your ass out
Even worse than your dad did!
I’m a verbal Pinkerton
Better keep your distance
Raining lyrical bullets
To break your punk ass resistance!
You’re the biggest threat to progress here
Collectivist savage!
I’ll wash you out
With a monologe!
Activist lavage!
For twelve years, you have been asking...
Emma:
Aw hell to the fuck no!
Ayn:
You’re taking up my precious air! Get off the
stage, ho!
Emma:
TL;DR, nobody cares
I’ll kill this fillabuster, cause this buster’s fulla’
shit!
Ayn:
You’re just quacking cause you’re baking from the fire that I spit!
You’ll dance to my tune puppet! You think just
like a slave!
Emma:
Well I won’t join no revolution where I can’t
dance on your grave!
Ayn:
You can’t top my propaganda! I ripped you like a weed!
Emma:
Maybe it’s time you saw
My brand of propoganda!
Indeed!