Leonidas:
Spartans! Let's start this!
Show this petty officer who's the hardest!
The biggest mistake that you've ever made!
I'll toss you like a frag grenade!
I'll stomp you in the face with my sandals enraged,
And tonight we shall rhyme in the shade!
Your puny fans are fat nerds on computers,
Jerking off to games, giving themselves first person shooters!
Your armor's hard, but my abs are harder!
You're in my hood now, chief! THIS IS SPARTA!
Master Chief:
Not…so…fast.
Cortana says you're Greek, so why don't you stick these lyrics up your ass?
They built a monument to my sins. You're the soldier they need you to be.
Ain't no way that you can beat me; even my initials spell MC!
While you and your companions were all camping in a canyon,
Took a campaign to your house and showed your queen my plasma cannon!
They should've thrown your rhymes over the cliff because they're sickly.
You will not enjoy this, but it will be over quickly.
Leonidas:
Ha! I've had better battles with my six-year-old son!
I don't need firepower when I'm rocking these guns!
I'm king! You sleep in a freezer in outer space!
I'd look you in the eyes, but you're too much of a bitch to show your face!
Master Chief:
You got a bad case of no shirt there, Fabio Flintstone.
Your whole plan got messed up by a hunchback with Down syndrome!
Three hundred asses need a kicking, give more teabags than Lipton,
So why don't you quit your bitching? My trigger finger's itching!