[Verse 1: George R. R. Martin]
Brace yourself!
Gather up your trools and your soldier elves
And your ents and your orcs and your wargs and your Stings
Your dwarves and Glamdrings
Cause there's a new literary Lord in the Ring
My readers fall in love with every character I've written
Then I kill 'em and they're like "no he didn't"
All your bad guys die your good guys survive
We can tell what's gonna happen by page and age five
Tell your all seeing eye to find some sex in your movies (yeah)
Ditch the Goonie and cast a couple boobies
There's edgier plots in that David the Gnome
Your hobbit hole heroes can't handle my throne
[Verse 2: J. R. R. Tolkien]
Kings, queens, dragons, dwarves, horses, fortresses, magic and swords
You Hob-bit my whole shit, you uninspired hack
You want a war George? Welcome to Shire-raq
In book sales you've got nothing to say
I'm number one and two, you're under Fifty Shades of Grey
I got the prose of a pro, your shit's subpar
You're a pirate, you even stole my R.R. (oh)
We all know the world is full of chance and anarchy
So yes it's true to life for characters to die randomly
But news flash the genre's called fantasy
It's meant to be unrealistic you myopic manatee
[Verse 3: George R. R. Martin]
I conscientiously object to what you're doing on these beats
I'll cut you like my teeth on Beauty and the Beast
You went too deep Professor tweed pants
We don't need the back story on every fucking tree branch
[Verse 4: J. R. R. Tolkien]
I cut my teeth in the trenches of the Somme
You LARPed your Santa Claus ass through Vietnam
And it's hard for me to take criticism on clothes
from a dude who sends a raven to say hi to his toes
[Verse 5: George R. R. Martin]
Man your fat jokes are worse than your pipe smoke
My show's the hottest thing on HBO
I'm rock and roll, you're a nerdy little nebbish
And I may be dirty but you got a hairy foot fetish dog
Even the names of your characters suck
you got Boffers and bofurs and Brandybucks
I got a second breakfast for all them goofy fucks
Lift up my gut and tea Baggins my nuts
[Verse 6: J. R. R. Tolkien]
C.S. Lewis and I were just discussing
How you and Jon Snow both know nothing
Because the backstory of my box office is billions
Got my children making millions of my Silmarillions
And I'm more rock and roll than you've ever been
Don't believe me? Ask Led Zeppelin
You can't reach this fellow, shit, I'm too Towering
(Oh) Every time I battle it's return of the King