text: Epic Rap Battles of History
  Albert Einstein vs
  Stephen Hawking, begin
  When I apply my battle theory, minds are relatively blown
  So take a seat Steve, oop, I see you brought your own
  Whats with your voice? I cant frickin tell
  You sound like WALL-E having sex with a Speak & Spell
  Ill school you anywhere, MIT to Oxford
  All your fans will be like, Um, that was Hawkward
  Im as dope as two rappers, you better be scared
  Cause that means Albert E equals emcee²
  Youve got no idea
  What youre messin with here, boy
  Ive got twelve inch rims on my chair, thats how I roll yall
  You look like someone glued a mustache on a troll doll
  Ill be stretchin out the rhyme like gravity stretches time
  When you try to put your little p-brane against this kind of mind
  Im the best, Im the Snoop Dogg of Science
  Ill be dropping mad apples on your head from the shoulders of giants
  Im the giant whose shoulders youd have stood on, if you could stand
  Ill give you a brief history of pain with the back of my hand
  You cant destroy matter or me, for serious
  Ripping holes in you bigger than the hole in your black hole theory was
  There are ten-
  Million-million-million-million-million-million-million-
  Million-million particles in the universe that we can observe
  Your mama took the ugly ones and put them into one nerd
  You wanna bring the heat with the mushroom clouds youre making
  Im about to bake raps from scratch like Carl Sagan
  And while its true that my work is based on you
  Im a super-computer, youre like a TI-82, ooh
  Who won? Whos next? You decide
  Epic... Rap...
  Battles of History