text: EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
  ZEUS!
  VS!
  THOR!
  BEGIN!
  How dare you challenge my immortal throne?
  Im the father of the gods, put your daddy on the phone
  Maybe Odin could beg me for a truce, cause when Zeus lets loose
  Ill put your cross-dressing neck in a noose
  Im like Medusa, Ill stone a motherfucker if he looks at me wrong
  Im a bull, getting bitches with my swan schlong
  Im on point like Poseidons trident
  Rhymes colder than the frosty balls of your giants
  Allow Thor to retort, you shape-shifting rapist
  And get a taste of this Scandinavian greatness
  Brought forth by my raging thunderstorm force
  Cause I dont get nice, I get Norse 
  Valhalla-atcha boy and well flyte it out
  But keep your Asgard up, I Ragnarök the house
  You tongue kiss your sister, thats grosser than a Gorgon
  Im the thunder down under, nailing Natalie Portman
  Who would ever worship someone as abusive as Zeus is?
  Youre ruthless to humans, your crew is like the Clash of the Douches
  Ruling over the Greeks, a people weak and frightened
  Id spit in your face but youd probably like it
  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, Im about to rain on your parade
  Itchy trigger finger quicker with the bolts than Usain
  Youre history, Ill be the first to put it in writing
  MC Hammer just got struck twice by greased lightning
  Rain, old man? This is hardly a drizzle
  You couldnt give the women in my homeland the sniffles
  You can keep your astronomers, Ill sail with the conquerors
  For thousands of kilometers, discovering the continents
  Im alpha dog dominant, you cant beat me
  I will drop you like Greeces GDP
  Send you deeper underground than the depths of your Hades
  Now make like your daddy, and swallow my babies
  You think the underworld scares the ruler of the skies?
  Youre joking, Loki must have written your lines
  By the time Ive finished whipping you with wits and rhymes
  Youll need a lighter for your ship, cause a viking just died
  Your glory days are over, The Oracle shoulda toldya
  Ill 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 
  WHO WON?
  WHOS NEXT?
  YOU DECIDE!
  EPIC...RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!