Picture a child sitting next to a projector
learning from your films
to become a much better director
now picture a 3 billion dollar
dream machine
who can block bust all over
your crop duster scene
try to Duel with me Alfred
you must be Psycho
I'll bring back JAWS
and take a bite of your LIfeboat
I'm Always so on top of my game
I get the Vertigo
my jet's in the Terminal
waiting for me to Murder! ya
I rock the Academy and the DGA
you rock as many Oscars
as that schlep Michael Bay
next time you're filling up those jowls
with three steaks and soufflé
check the trades
see me Amblin to my next big play
I produce cartoons
and make games for all ages
you produce Jimmy Stewart
making one of two faces
maybe next time I visit
you'll be a bit more gracious
now kiss my full moon
and just bask in my greatness
that was a close encounter
of the turd kind
but there won't be
a pretty ending this time
half your billions
should go to John Williams
now brace yourself
as I reveal my brilliance
I'm the master
of suspense
so intense
no defense against Hitchcock
once he presents
my skill is enormous
orchestrate brilliant performance
you're more horrible than
Megan Fox's acting in Transformers
c'mon
fish puppets and Muppets
to stir the fears up
I squeeze screams out of chocolate syrup
I'm the best mamma-jamma
ever stood behind the camera
damage panderers
and haunt you like the last Indiana
Cut gimmie a Tylenol
stop rhyming y'all
Alfred you got no style dog
I'm the king of dialogue
there's only one movie I know you from
and I've seen more blood in the shower
when I stubbed my toe in one
you tried to fight in World War I
but couldn't do that
the British army wouldn't let you join
cause you were too fat
look it up it's a true fact
Wikipedia that
now allow me to attack
Steven the hack
due to War of the Worlds
a failure's what I label you
it looked like some sellout bullshit
Michael Bay would do
ask anybody
what's your favorite Sam Jackson part?
no one's gonna say
what's his name from Jurassic Park
the scripts that I write ain't the
cleanest
but when I grip mics I'm the
meanest
Quentin Tarantino is a
genius
a bad mother fucker
from the wallet to the penis
Genius is a powerful word
but there's no reason to use it
less you're talking about the Kubrick
then there's really nothing to it
everything I do is visionary
every single frame a painting
made exactly how I wanna make it
do another take and get it right
127 times
I'll make you learn to love me
I'm the bomb
drop ultraviolent rhymes
like Clockwork
make you all hurt
beat Spielberg The Color Purple
A.I. is the worst waste of potential
since the Ninja Turtles
That's enough
I've heard enough crap from all of you
why don't I come down there
and show you what a real star can do
I swoop low with the telephoto
no Bruckheimer I work solo
if there's one thing I've learned bitch
this game is about
mother fucking money
I make that dollar y'all
mother fucking money
even make Mark Wahlberg
make some mother fucking money
I set up shop and got a few drops
of that Got Milk money
rose to The Rock
now I got that socks made of silk money
I ain't got that guilt money
I don't give a fuck
I take my checks to the bank
and I sign'em with my nuts
I give the people what they love
while the critics say I'm evil
got no time to read reviews
while I'm working on the sequel
got a gift from above
and the eyes of an eagle
when it comes to blowing up
no director is my equal
Who won?
Who's next?
You decide