Alright, Jamie
It's the day, and now
We're here with Elon Musk and Marky Mark
And today, boys, I want a clean fight
No racism, no space-ism, no, uh, no Facebook-ism
And Elon, you're up, go
It's the rocket man, baby, call me Elton John
You know my rocket e-longer than a telethon
You ban conspiracies and pander deliberately
My bars are the things them steel beams got melted from
Stick your mark, Mark, man, I'm a marksman
I pop martians and pop ropes, swingin' Tarzan
This the part where I rip apart parts of your parts
With the parts that are written on this parchment
Okay, Mark, let's talk Facebook data leaks
You severed main lines of your users' main arteries
You tippie-toe grey lines with your marketing
So tell these nice people how those ads are so targeting
And not to stutter or get all sinister
But we need to talk about Cambridge Analytica
You made your mark, Mark, selling all that data
You earned that reaction like soda and vinegar
What goes around comes around like the do-si-do
So, I invest it all into this lonely road
I hope you get this message and you know
That I just dropped you like the Tesla stock
Here when I smoked with Joe (Rogan)
Oh, my God, he was like a gorilla, he just ripped him apart
Mark, what are you gonna say to that?
Jamie, pull that clip off, run that back
Oh, wait, oh wait, Mark's gonna rap?
Okay, Mark, take it, take it, go, go, go, go, go
What's that, Musk? It must be this ugly
Old, white pleb in his overpriced Humvee
So grab the trumpet for when Trump tried to trump me
I beat the fed case, told the courts they can suck me
Cut the beat, let me tweet my bird song
"Elon, my brother, please put a shirt on"
Is that your best rap to go verse-for-verse on?
'Cause this a death match we go hearse-for-hearse on
I got some bills to make, and I got time for war
You better bet I charge force like a lighting cord
I got bills and gates, I got a job for Jobs
You like Bill Gates, you got a micro-soft
Fuck you and fuck SpaceX
Matter of fact, I wish your dad used a motherfuckin' latex
I didn't wanna curse, but I did it for the verse
That's meta, do you get it? 'Cause I'm runnin' out of patience
Good gracious, I'm seeing through the Matrix
Twitter's 0-1, yeah, that means no payslips
I threw a face hook and tagged you on Facebook
With lyrics from this verse
That just blew up on your spaceship
Jamie, play that shit back, man