Stan Smith VS Inspector Gadget
Stan stands up on a stage wearing shades and holding a mic.
"Okay. This should be easy. Rapping a mouse, could it get more cheesy?" said Stan.
The CIA agents let Stan know that he would not be rapping a mouse.
"Oh. So we're not rapping the Rescue Rangers? Got it" said Stan giving the agents a thumbs up.
"Just do your job!" shouted the agents.
"So you're like lame and you hang out with your niece a lot? You're a good uncle but you're stupid?" said Stan, looking confused.
Two CIA agents hand Stan his real lyrics marked UNCLASSIFIED.
"Uhh-yo. It's me. Not Smart, Bond, Powers or Flint. Just good old Stan Smith, Incredible Hulk if you uhh-kinda squint.
I have a clone in the future who's way cooler than you. He has a NASA space shuttle hidden in his left shoe!
You say you got gadgets but I've got a flying car just forgot where I parked it. I'm about to make a killing in the vocal shock department!
So I noticed you were here thought we'd chat have a beer. But there's a lot of things that I wanna make clear.
Thing that bothers me bout you, makes my brain go dead. Man, take that helicopter off of your head!
Francine and Roger wrote my lyrics but I'm still serious, gonna verbally spin you until you're-um-DELIRIOUS!"
Gadget starts flying up above Stan on stage. He tosses tomatoes at him with a device. He begins rapping.
"Go go gadget super duper rap lyrics! Now I'm completely cookin' in really high spirits!
Anything I can do to clean up your vile act? It's all at my disposal-sir that's a fact.
Rinse out your mouth with soap from my electric broom, not a secret I've got more gadgets, and my coat still has room.
You sift through life yet you're anything but smooth, Smith I've stomped you with my superior groove.
It does say groove, right Penny?"
Smith starts rapping again.
"Hahaha. Oh yeah, your niece, thank God for her, now we have world peace!
The one who really solves Dr. Claw's silly crimes, just a little girl but probly has better rhymes.
If it wasn't for her you probly wouldn't exist, now get ready prepare for a twist!
Santa Claus always put me on the nice list!
You lumbering stumbling pitiful oaf...take this sort of...half-baked...lyrical bread loaf"
Gadget raps some more.
"Whoah, oof. Gotta get up, just got shocked by an eel? Then I slipped up on a banana peel. But its mostly just cuz of how stupid your lyrics feel.
Bottom line Smith I've got higher clearance, when it comes to my raps I expect total adherence.
You're a deadbeat dad, your lyrics are sad, main thing is I'm an inspector that's completely rad.
Santa puts you on the nice list? After your family dragged him through all that heck and mud, musta been a forced contract signed in blood.
You make puns after your kills that are more laughable than Bond, got so many tricks I'm like a living magic wand.
While Penny and Brain are chilling in the rain, I save the whole world and it's not a pain-oh by the way, I think I found your brain.
Stan raps some more.
"I might not have a brain but at least I'm not a robot.
One thing is clear when it comes to a battle you can never really rap it. So uh-just go go go...GO gadget.
All american beef is what's for dinner tonight, so just go hang out with Penny and uhh...fly a kite!"
WHO WON?
WHO'S NEXT? WHO'S NOT NEXT?