In Detroit, the royal limo pulled up to a convention hall. Brainiac 5 exited first and then Kara. Reporters were immediately on the scene with their questions. "Do you own the city? Will you hold elections? Why aren't you going to City Hall?"
"I'll answer that last one," Kara allowed. "City Hall is the symbol of decaying management and corruption. I'm taking over this city...with style."
Inside the convention hall, Kara addressed the (Ohio-Michigan-Wisconsin) governor, federal senators, state senators, state assemblymen, Detroit city leaders, high-ranking officials appointed to various industries, and the press. "I'm starting a bold new venture between the Crown and the City of Detroit. Now, I'd like to explain what this will mean to you all. Sometimes, we have to start over...from scratch...scorch earth...nuke it...to make things right. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. We're going to build a brand new city where Detroit now stands, an example to the world."
Kara then activated a remote that brought a miniature city from below the stage to her level. As it slowly came up, the Superman theme was played. After waiting a good several minutes for the theme to stop playing, Kara then refocused back to her audience. The miniature city was highly detailed with skyscrapers and streets.
"My friends, welcome to our new city of Detroit, as it will be, in the hands of responsible Kryptonian management," Kara said as the audience clapped for her vision. "And a special goodbye to Mayor Kuzac and the outgoing administration who I personally fired this morning."
"Oh, we're not going anywhere," Mayor Kuzac said defiantly as he got on the stage with her. "You're going to have to tear down a lot of houses in order to make that thing, taking away people's homes."
"We're going to raise towers of glass and steel. Every citizen will have a living unit, safe, secure, and clean. Now, please...sit the fuck down," Kara glared at him.
"Won't be much room for neighborhoods, huh? Not like the kind we all grew up in," Mayor Kuzac said, refusing to back down.
"The type of neighborhoods where bad things tend to happen like shootings, burglaries, car-jacking, and drug trading? I'm as nostalgic as the next person but...damn," Kara replied.
"What about democracy? No one elected you," Mayor Kuzac pointed out.
"In the past, maybe a fifth of the population voted in city elections. Now, I make it mandatory for everyone to vote with each person's vote measured according to their rank. What can be more democratic than that?" Kara countered.
"The people won't let you get away with this," Mayor Kuzac said confidently.
"The polls say otherwise. Sit your ass down," Kara ordered him.
Mayor Kuzac reluctantly did so as the press complained that he was ruining the moment and their story. Kara then addressed her audience. "I've noticed things have become a little rougher around here. Now, we need a law enforcement unit capable of dealing with the enemy on his own ground."
Liquid metal flowed off the skyscrapers of Kara's miniature model and came together into a pool. That pool quickly rose up in the form of a humanoid and then perfectly imitated a Detroit police officer. His uniform, belt, boots, skin, eyes, and hair were a perfect imitation. "Ladies and gentlemen, with great pleasure, I give you the T-1000."
Mayor Kuzac gave a WTF expression upon seeing the unit. "We're going to make this unit right here in Detroit. That means jobs we can all be proud of and make Made in America mean something again...again," Kara said proudly.
"What does the T stand for?" a reporter asked.
"Uhmm...err...Titanium. That's right. Because he's built with liquid titanium," Kara bluffed. The T-1000 gave her a look knowing that was bullshit but remained silent.
Kara then took out an empty container the size of a soft drink can, filled with small white cubes. "This container has enough crack to addict a city block. "A hundred of these are made every day and sent to sweatshops where urban slaves prepare this poison for our loved ones, our families, our children. Now, I say we put an end to this plague," Kara said.
"Where did you get that much crack?" one reporter asked Kara.
"It doesn't matter how I got it," Kara said defensively. "The T-1000 is a perfect infiltration unit. He can take on the appearance of anyone he touches, can conduct recon on the floor or on the walls, is programmed with a wide array of stabbing weaponry, and is impervious to conventional weaponry. If you're a drug dealer, you're fucked."
"Officer T-1000, what will be your first mission?" a reporter asked him.
"Have you seen this boy?" the T-1000 asked, holding up a picture given to him by Kara. "This boy sells crack and I'm going to find him."
"To arrest him, right?" a reporter asked.
The T-1000 merely stared at the reporter. "Of course, of course," Kara said for him.
"I'll be back," the T-1000 said and then walked off.
"Yeah, you go do that," Kara frowned unsettled by her new creation. Kara then turned back to her audience. "And now, let's talk about sanitation."
Marshall Matters was a man in his early twenties trying to just get by. He worked at a steel plant with the rank of E-2, one rank above being unemployed. In those days, every citizen was given minimum rations to survive. The loophole in the system was that crime and degeneracy could get someone booted from the system altogether where people would have to fend for themselves in trailers or on the streets. Oftentimes, the unemployed at E-1 would commit a crime, fail to do their extra duty, and then be exiled from the system. This was the case for Marshall's dysfunctional mother, her boyfriend, and many of his friends.
Marshall had only been working a few days when he was busted for being late to work by a Brainiac 5 drone acting as his supervisor. "You were late," he said matter of factly.
"My car didn't start this morning," Marshall said lamely.
"I know," Brainiac 5 replied coldly.
"So...I guess this isn't the best timing, but I need some extra rank," Marshall said awkwardly.
"Your timing is bad," Brainiac 5 agreed. "You just started working here. You need, at least, six months' time in grade before I would even consider promoting you to the next rank."
"Yeah, but what about a waiver?" Marshall asked.
"You're late again and you're demoted and fired," Brainiac 5 threatened.
Kara granted herself emergency powers and sacked City Hall. The building was now full of B5 drones and human yes-men. "I couldn't help but notice paintball shots on my buildings. Probably some punk-ass kids shooting paintball guns, smoking weed, and speeding around my city streets. Why haven't you done anything about this?"
"Petty vandalism and recreational drug use is a low priority. It also occurred in the condemned areas of the city," Brainiac 5 downplayed.
"Do you know how many abandoned buildings we have in Detroit?" Kara asked him.
"Yes," Brainiac 5 answered.
"It's a lot," Kara said wide-eyed. "How are the people supposed to take pride in their neighborhood with shit like that next door?"
"You banned pride month as I recall," Brainiac 5 recalled.
"Don't be smartass," Kara scolded. "I want all those buildings torn down and I want all the casinos gone."
"Even church bingo?" Brainiac 5 asked. "That could be a religious rights violation."
"How is banning bingo on church property a religious rights issue?" Kara wondered.
"Every so often someone praises the Lord when they win. That makes it a religious activity," Brainiac 5 pointed out.
"How does bingo even work with no money?" Kara asked confused. "Doesn't matter. I heard a story about a crackhead that raped a little girl in one of those abandoned buildings."
"He was caught," Brainiac 5 reminded her.
"And whatever happened to him?" Kara asked curiously.
"Castrated and then allowed to bleed out, as per your usual sentencing orders in such cases," Brainiac 5 replied.
"Well, okay then," Kara said, satisfied with that. "You know what Detroit needs?"
"The list is considerable," Brainiac 5 humored her.
"A rap battle," Kara determined. "Surely, there's someone in this city that can challenge me, give me a run for my money, bring pride to this wretched city."
"What skillz do you got?" Brainiac 5 challenged.
Kara
Bomb and bury you with vengeance
My rhyme sentences will end your resistance with a rigorousness
I'm serious, delirious
'Cause a curious
Pause the fury 'cause
Throw my jaws
from devouring y'all raw
Brainiac 5
The Brainiac, the metaphysical
I'm completely asexual
Syllables sound complex to you
Lines perplexing you
With words that put a hex on you
Snap that neck on you
Murder you
Boil you
I'll make this white bitch black and blue
Kara winced at that. "Damn, Barney. So, I want to advertise this rap battle as the Free World. Make it happen."
"As you wish," Brainiac 5 replied.
The next night, Kara and Brainiac 5 hung out at the Chin Tiki club. Kara wore casual clothes and glasses so no one would recognize her. "Vodka martini, shaken, not stirred," she ordered from an oblivious bartender. She then sat down with Brainiac 5.
"Your Free World invitation has been advertised across the city," Brainiac 5 assured her.
"Enough with business. My husband is gone raping and pillaging the galaxy with his drinking buddies and that bitch. Go into romantic mode," Kara ordered.
"You should blow me while you can because once I build my all-platinum body, you won't have another chance at me," Brainiac 5 told her.
Kara was shocked and appalled but couldn't help but be aroused by his boldness. "And what name should I use for you when you make me scream?"
"I go by many names: I was Brainiac Five, Brimstone Five, Godfather Five, Devastin Five, Big Five, that has a double meaning," Brainiac 5 listed.
"You mean the sporting goods store?" Kara asked dumbfounded.
"Precisely, but none of those names really worked for me until I conquered this planet and put alien cities into jars. Sometimes, you got to find your name, and other times, your name finds you," Brainiac 5 said wisely.
"Like Barney? Seriously?" Kara laughed.
"You want to smoke some weed?" Brainiac 5 offered.
"Weed? I feel like you're disrespecting a sister," Kara said offended.
"You're quite right," Brainiac 5 said and then opened a business card case with a small bag of cocaine.
Kara discreetly took the little bag from him. "I'm going to be out for a while," she said and then walked off to the bathroom.
A few moments later, Kara found herself lost and confused in the middle of a parking lot. She spotted Marshall by chance and went over to him. "Your name is Marshall Matters?" she asked, recognizing him.
"Yeah," he replied, oblivious to who she really was.
"My name's...Alex," Kara lied. "I hear you're a real dope rapper."
"Who told you that?" Marshall asked, suddenly paranoid.
"You know, it's around," Kara said vaguely. "If you're so dope, why are you working at a car factory?"
"And what about you?" Marshall questioned.
"I work for an Italian restaurant," Kara lied.
"Well, bussing dishes is a lot better than pressing bumpers," Marshall mocked.
"I won't be here long," Kara said cryptically.
"Where you going?" Marshall asked.
"Metropolis," Kara replied, giving nothing away. "Someone close to the royal family said they could give me a job in the palace."
"What if they're not for real?" Marshall doubted.
"All I need is a ticket," Kara said confidently.
"Hey, Rabbit, you and your friend want to go to an after-hours spot?" one of Marshall's friends asked.
"Rabbit, huh?" Kara smirked amused.
"Where?" Marshall asked.
"My mom's place," his friend replied. "She's out working, you know, being a responsible adult providing for the family while I'm fucking around and getting high."
"Word...word," Marshall nodded.
"Let's go," Kara agreed.
Marshall and his friends crammed into his clown car and made their way to the house. "Why do they call you, Rabbit?" Kara asked curiously.
"Because he's fast and fucks a lot," one of his friends joked from the backseat.
"You signed with anyone?" Kara pressed.
"No, but I'm working on a demo," Marshall said vaguely.
"You should sign up to compete for the Free World," Kara suggested.
"Yeah, maybe," Marshall said uncommitted.
After nearly getting the entire clown car killed a few times on the road, the group finally got to the busted-up house. As people were hanging out, dancing, listening to music, and getting high, DJ IZ brought up an important sociopolitical issue. "Another example of the people's needs being denied by the city. The media should be all over this. It'll happen again. The Crown doesn't give a fuck."
Kara eyed the outspoken DJ. "It wouldn't still be standing if it was on the other side of 8 Mile," DJ IZ continued.
"Roll credits," Kara said as she advanced on him.
"Yeah, that girl could have been Lilly, my sister. Let's burn the mother-fucking building to the ground," Marshall agreed.
The group proceeded to go over to the abandoned house, pour gasoline everywhere, and then light the place on fire. The group watched in celebration as the building burned to the ground. "You know, when I was little, I used to live in a house like that," Marshall said to Kara. "You live with your family?"
"I used to," Kara said sadly referring to the Danvers. "Three years ago, I left home. How about you?"
"My mom, me, and my sister got evicted and ended up in a busted-up trailer. But now that my mom has a crackhead boyfriend, I often live in my broke-ass car," Marshall told her.
"When you record your demo, I'd love to be there," Kara said forcefully. "You're going to be great. I have a feeling about you. I'll see you." Kara then walked off as the police and fire department arrived.
The next day, Kara and Brainiac 5 conducted some real city business. "I've talked with every worthy contender and they all say the same thing: Five days isn't enough time to get into shape for a rap battle against you," Brainiac 5 said.
"It's not about being in shape, they're afraid," Kara disagreed. "They're just making excuses because they don't want to get whipped by me in front of the entire civilized world."
"All I can say is that I'm a good promoter. I've promoted rap battles all across the world, but I don't know what to do here," Brainiac 5 admitted.
"I do," Kara said as she got an epiphany. "Without a rank contender, what this battle needs is a novelty. This is the planet of opportunity, right? So, Kara Zor-El will give a local underdog an opportunity. I'll tell you why. I'm sentimental like that and a lot of other people are, too. They want to see Kara Zor-El give a local Detroit boy a shot at the greatest title in the world. That's the way I see it and that's the way it's going to be."
"You have someone in mind?" Brainiac 5 asked knowingly.
"Rabbit," Kara nodded.
"Marshall Matters, one of my workers at the Detroit car factory," Brainiac 5 identified. "Why him?"
"It's the name, Barney," Kara said as she smiled. "M&M, the media will eat it up literally and figuratively. Supergirl Vs M&M. Sounds epic."
Kara wore casual clothes and glasses as she tracked Marshall down at a food truck on some random street. "Looking for me?" Marshall assumed, still oblivious.
"I was," Kara smirked.
"Damn," Marshall said, destroyed. "You want to do something tonight?" he asked, fully recovered.
"You asking me out on a date?" Kara questioned.
"As a matter of fact, I am," Marshall said, becoming more confident in himself.
"Take me somewhere now," Kara ordered.
Marshall took Kara to the most romantic place in all of Detroit, a car factory. They toured around the place, got out of sight of anyone, and started to make out. The two started to strip and then Kara sat on a piece of machinery as Marshall worked his way in. The two had a tasteful love-making scene up against the metal. Marshall didn't even notice he was slamming Kara up against hard metal. A normal woman would have been bruised and shredded up against it. Instead, Kara laughed and chuckled as Marshall finished.
"You're good. You're going to get a deal soon," Kara predicted as they put their clothes back on. "I feel it."
At the office, Kara discussed Marshall as a challenger. "He's an underperforming undependable worker at my plant. He brings his ex-girlfriend's drama to work. He is often late. I have reason to believe he was involved in petty vandalism, arson, and a shooting," Brainiac 5 said.
"A shooting? Sounds like a thug for life," Kara said impressed.
"His mentally handicapped friend accidentally shot himself in the testicles in his presence," Brainiac 5 clarified.
"I guess he's not gangster after all," Kara said as she faced the window.
"He did fuck the queen," Brainiac 5 said knowingly.
Kara turned to Brainiac 5 with a stunned look on her face. "You were watching?"
"Of course, the two of you were in my plant. I should terminate him," Brainiac 5 considered.
"You mean fire or kill him?" Kara wondered.
"Yes," Brainiac 5 replied.
"Look, it was dumb and desperate but I wanted to give him a good time before I totally destroyed him on the floor," Kara excused.
That night, Kara tracked Marshall's mother down to her trailer. When Marshall came by after work, he was surprised to see Kara hanging out with his mother and little sister. "Hey, Rabbit, where have you been?" his mother asked.
"You call him, Rabbit, too?" Kara asked amused.
"I gave him that nickname. When he was little, he had buck teeth and big ears. He was so cute...like a little rabbit. Right, baby?" his mother explained. His little sister laughed hysterically at that while Kara grinned.
"Holy shit," Marshall said stunned, totally destroyed. He then walked out of the trailer and contemplated suicide. Kara followed him as he paced around the trailer park area.
"Why did you take off?" Kara asked, knowing the answer.
"I don't really live here," Marshall said embarrassed.
"I know. You live in your car," Kara said. "You don't have to be embarrassed as to where you live. I lived in a car for thirty years."
"You for real?" Marshall wondered.
"You should stay with your family, work on some songs, and get your demo ready," Kara advised.
"Okay," Marshall agreed.
The next night, Kara conducted a radio interview to advertise herself for Free World. "When we look at Circle K, what are we looking at?" Stern Howard asked her.
"I'm giving you poverty, the slums. That's where I'm from, a rural town in Maine...in the 21st century," Kara said. "So, I put it all in the music. I did anything for free, just for the exposure."
"No doubt, no doubt, exposing yourself, Circle K. You finally got your record on the radio. How do you feel?" Stern Howard asked.
"Just because I'm the queen, doesn't mean it wasn't hard work. We are, after all, a meritocracy but I want to thank the people of the world for streaming my content and getting my numbers up. Making me number one is much love from the people," Kara said pleased.
"So, why are you here in Detroit?" Stern Howard asked.
"I'm here to put the east side of Detroit on the map, getting a pipeline for the musical industry working its way through here, and signing all sorts of diverse rappers," Kara said.
"So, how long have you been in the game?" Stern Howard asked.
"Oh, roughly fifteen years," Kara lied. "You know, it's a real honor for you to have me on your show."
"I really do appreciate it," Stern Howard said sincerely.
"No problem," Kara downplayed with false sincerity. "I'm here to take care of our artists, our homes."
"I hope you have a successful career in this field. You represent us all," Stern Howard said to her.
"I'm doing it for you all. I'm doing it for Detroit," Kara said as she signed off.
That night, Marshall got ambushed by a bunch of thugs that didn't appreciate his rapping lyrics at the club. Kara heard Marshall's sister screaming his name and realized something was wrong. As Marshall was getting his ass kicked and about to get shot, Kara arrived on the scene as Supergirl. She beat down the thugs within a split second with severe injuries. One managed to get a shot on her. She crushed the gun in his hand and then dropped him. Turning to their expensive-looking car, Kara fired heat vision on it, destroying it.
Kara then went up to Marshall. He hadn't thrown a punch or defended himself, knowing his little sister was watching the whole thing. Kara placed a medical scanner to his face to heal his injuries. "Why would you save someone like me?" Marshall asked, still oblivious.
"You're my challenger at Free World," Kara informed him.
"Wait...what?" Marshall asked stunned.
"And that means you and your family are under my protection until I destroy your ass on the floor," Kara told him.
"You're...Alex," Marshall realized as he recognized her face and voice.
"No shit," Kara said as she finished healing him.
"You've been playing me for a fool," Marshall realized.
"Don't feel bad, you're not the only one," Kara assured him. "Now, I'm going to give you some bonus rations for your family. Do a good job at the plant, don't get yourself killed or thrown in jail, and maybe you can make something of yourself."
"Alright," Marshall nodded, spooked by her.
Kara then flew off rattling all the trailers in the park.
Soon thereafter, Kara held a press conference with Marshall sitting at the table with her. "I want the whole world to see me destroy this man after two short rounds because, after this battle, they'll have to donate what's left of his body to science because there won't be much left, that I can guarantee," Kara began.
"Marshall, what do you think of this battle being conducted at the City Convention Hall?" a reporter asked him.
"Well, it's nice. It's only ten minutes away from where I work," Marshall said lamely.
"The whole world is going to see the real Kara Zor-El, lightning fast, hard to catch, no playing, no jiving, just pure savagery," Kara promised.
"Marshall, do you think you have a chance against Supergirl?" a reporter asked condescendingly.
"I'll try my best," Marshall shrugged.
"Look, here, a lot of people may not like me, like a shit-ton of people, but that's okay. But I will provide the ultimate spectacle of brutality in front of this man's home crowd. I'm going to drop this rabbit like a bad habit," Kara said confidently.
"Do you have anything derogatory to say about the champ?" a reporter asked Marshall.
"She's good...but she's not...super," Marshall smirked.
At the car plant, Marshall did a semi-good job. Brainiac 5 called Marshall over to him. "You're doing much better here. You still want that waiver to get promoted?"
"Yeah," Marshall nodded.
"You got it. I need you to work tonight, extra shifts," Brainiac 5 offered on the same night as Free World.
"Tonight?" Marshall squeaked.
"Is that a problem?" Brainiac 5 asked knowingly.
"No problem," Marshall confirmed. "Thanks."
A couple of hours later, Kara came by the plant in casual clothes and wearing glasses. "What are you doing here?" Marshall asked her, spooked.
"You're not going to face me?" Kara asked surprised.
"I'm working overtime, to rank up," Marshall explained.
"Can I give you a ride...," Kara enticed.
"No, I'm cool," Marshall shot down.
"You afraid of me?" Kara stared him down.
"I'm not afraid of anyone," Marshall told her off.
"Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted in one moment, would you capture it, or just let it slip?" Kara challenged.
"My palms are sweaty, knees are weak, arms are heavy. There's vomit on my sweater: Mom's spaghetti. I'm nervous, I keep forgetting what I wrote down. The crowd is so loud. When I open my mouth, the words won't come out. I'll choke and be everybody's joke," Marshall admitted.
"You can't give up that easy. I won't have it. You know your back's to the ropes. You're broke, stagnant. You must capture this moment. Don't let it pass you by. You have to lose yourself in the music. That moment, you own it, and you better never let it go. You only get one shot, do not miss your chance. This opportunity comes only once in a lifetime, " Kara told him.
"I see how it is. You've been prepping me for the slaughter," Marshall realized.
"Yes," Kara nodded. "You won't win. You can't win against me, but you can still win at life even when you lose."
"Okay," Marshall agreed.
"Come looking like a loser like you normally do. It looks more authentic," Kara advised and then walked off.
At Free World, Kara exited her limo and waved to the excited crowd. Freedom World was to be held at the convention hall in the rich part of town. She were her Supergirl uniform as she made her way across the red carpet. As she made her way into the hall, she met up with high-ranking musicians of various genres. Instead of receiving millions of dollars in record sales, artists were compensated according to their rank. Brainiac 5 used an algorithm to determine an artist's popularity, technical skills, and artistic exploration to determine the ranking system. The only bling that mattered was one's rank. Kara shook hands with a number of generals and colonels in the musical field, gave several poses to the photographers, and then made her way to the stage.
The whole world was watching as Supergirl made her entrance. The full convention hall attendees were on their feet with applause. Marshall then awkwardly entered the stage wearing jeans, a white sweater, and a beanie. Brainiac 5 then approached them both with a coin. "Head," Kara said as she glared at Marshall with an intimidating stare. Brainiac 5 flipped the coin and revealed it to be heads. "I'll go first against this choke artist," she mocked.
Marshall said nothing, just focusing on his rhymes and delivery in his head. Kara took the mic as the attendees sat down as if this were a classical concert performance. Kara grabbed a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket and began her round.
Kara
The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks
So before I slay this bitch I'll give you all a kiss (Blows kiss to the audience)
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this, the fuck?
Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta cock back, aim
Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this!
(Kara popped a bottle of champagne with her bare hands and poured herself a glass)
It's your moment
This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it
Had to give you a career to destroy it
Lethal injection
Go to sleep six feet deep, I'll give you a B for the effort
But if I was three-foot-eleven
You'd look up to me, and for the record
You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
The audience was on their feet with Kara's diss with some feeling sorry for the challenger. Kara smiled at the fame she was receiving while Marshall looked like he was about to throw up on the spot.
Marshall
Wow, Kara, didn't expect you to go balls out
Bitch, shut the fuck up 'fore I put all them phone calls out
You made to my house when you was wildin' out before Mon
When you was on my dick and give you something to smile about
How many times you walked to my trailer, still tryin' to count
Better shut your lyin' mouth if you don't want Mon findin' out
You probably think 'cause it's been so long
If I had something on you I woulda did it by now
Oh, on the contrary, Supergirl, I'm mixin' our studio
Session down and sendin' it to masterin' to make it loud
Enough dirt on you to murder you
This is what the fuck I do; Kara it ever occur to you
That I still have pictures? However, you prefer to do
And that goes for Mon, too, you think I'm scared of you?
You're gonna ruin my career, you better get one
The audience was stunned and Kara was glaring daggers at Marshall. She drank her glass down and threw it down onto the stage where it shattered. She then took the mic, ready to get serious.
Kara
Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof
Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I have enough money
To burn it in front of you, bro
Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy, go play
Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay
You spent your whole day
prepping a rap battle just to fuckin' dig your own grave
Got you at your own wake, I'm the GOAT
I have an Alien brain, you're a Satanist (Yeah)
My biggest flops are your greatest hits
Marshall
Listen, girly, surely you don't want me to talk
About how I nutted early 'cause I ejaculated prematurely
And bust all over your belly and you almost started hurling
And said I was gross, go get a towel, your stomach's curling
Or maybe you do, but if I'm embarrassin' me
I'm embarrassin' you and don't you dare say it isn't true
As long as this song's gettin' airplay, I'm dissin' you
I'm a hair away from gettin' carried away and gettin' screwed
Kara seethed pissed off by this human's boldness. Brainiac 5 went over to her. "He doesn't know it's just a publicity show. He thinks it's a battle. Finish this bum, so you can go home," he advised. Kara nodded and took up the mic.
Kara
Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed
Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next
Realized I forgot to call you back
Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Blackhawk cap
You think you got me in a scope, but you only grazed me
As painful as a sting from a bee
Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo!"
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
Marshall
Bitch, you make me sick
but I'm better with the flu
you should let the Insane Prince do your rapping for you
I would pass the mic but I'm not done scoring
stay all up in your mouth, yo
like my name was Jimmy O
I'll school you through your thug play, off your CW show, over Lena sitting on your face, you hit nothing yet.
You needed a movement because you're so full of shit
Now, your Sugar Daddy turned evil and I feel for your dead family,
but your acting career, now that was a tragedy!
Kara advanced on Marshall with eyes that fluctuated rapidly between blue and red indicating she was going to brutally murder him on stage, in front of her audience, and on live TV in front of the entire world. Marshall stared her down. His life had been shit up to now but, tonight, he had struck an emotional blow against the most powerful being in the universe with his raps. As Kara contemplated her actions, she reflected on Marshall's mother and his little sister, probably listening to the show on the radio because they were too poor. While still giving Marshall the stare of death, she gestured for Brainiac 5 to come to her. He casually walked up to her and took her side.
"The man's got skills and boldness. Sign and commission him," Kara ordered.
"As you wish," Brainiac 5 replied.
Kara softened her expression and then reached out to Marshall with her hand. Marshall, in his final act of disrespect, spat in his hand and then shook hers. "I'll see you around M&M," she said to him and then raised his hand up for the audience's benefit. The audience was on their feet, impressed by the underdog rapper from Detroit.