The Rock vs. Paperboy vs. Edward Scissorhands

[Verse 1: The Rock]
I'll start this off; found some losers to put my foot in
When I step in the stu can you smell what the Rock is cooking?
I keep my eyes on the green so I’ll tear through you
As millions cheer for me on their tv screens; call that paper view
Don't need a Rochambeaux to throw hands, Edward
Nearly arrested so much, you're like the heart of your inventor
Crimes you didn’t commit left your reputation shredded
Bro, this arcade game relic runs with less frames per second
Paperboy drives, doing that town work, earning that minimum wage per hour
See a damn cat or a fencе, you cower. Step in the ring, you'll bе wetting your trousers
I know Eddie's getting jealous cause I'm boutta grab this biker
And I'll do what he can't manage to when I go smash this Ryder
Cause I'll punch through your face, then I'll punch through your guts
Then I’ll punch through your nuts; that’s a three-hole punch!
The bank wouldn't throw you a cent; for me it snows dividends
But to give credit where it’s due, you sure got alone by the end
So once I've ripped apart the scissor bitch with my fists and dismantled him
We'll catch Depp in court again; this time suing for damages!

[Verse 2: Paperboy]
Pass Paperboy a rap tape and I'mma stack paper
Cab trade, a Boulder Dash player how I Smash Dwayne up
Racks later all the taxpayers got my pad paid up
Couldn’t calculate my cash take if you were Matt Damon
I bet you're fearing me now, huh; oh bitch you wary
I'm simply here to fill up tomorrow's obituary
Put down the protein shakes and spend a lunch with your babies
Don't want all of this columnist; I'll be Sunnin you Daily
Kinda horrid to think you went from scores in the ring
To the CGI abortion of the scorpion king
How does it feel to be in every second movie
But every second of your movies is so fucking boring it stings
After I wreck the wrestler, I'll end Ed on the cross streets
Fuck your dead inventor; I'll finish this scarred freak
You're so extra extra; eyeliner and sob scenes
Picked the best director to make you whiter than broad sheets
Got those nervous ticks; clockwork in your muscles
You can't read the room; cross words leave you puzzled
Goth nerd girls got your heart hurting for cuddles
Not worth getting clipped in the act so just cut it

[Verse 3: Edward Scissorhands]
Oh, I'm sorry. Is this mic on?
I was willing to let bygones be bygones
Until I saw this bike tyke slide onto my lawn
Unless you know who you're messing with you should ride on
You ain't running this with scissorman; my scissor hands
Wrap it all up when I slash these idiots to ribbon strands
As one-dimensional as Paperboy while you're in your best shape
Your flicks cover plot holes with muscles: they're just flex tapes
I'm on the frontpage of my town; maybe team up next time
Dwayne's eyebrows are the only thing that's making the headlines
Both your deliveries came out the same since the start
I'll make sure next time you're casted, it'll just be your arm
Chop, chop, chop you up like my flows till The Rock is rubble and spokesman
Is crushed and covered in holes by the time his monitor scrolls
Cuz I'm always cutting it close with these snippers up on your throat
Nick the vain when I steal the thunder out from under you both

[Verse 4: The Rock, Paperboy, Edward Scissorhands]
Don't wanna hear more shit stirrin' outta this virgin
You came from Tim Burton, now you're Kim's burden (Ghaah!)
Step in my lawn and get mowed down
You're the guy who took wrestling and somehow made it more lowbrow
Some old executives control you. Got that late delivery cause you're old news
I rolled you- (Ahhh!) Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry
My, even with Dwayne, you're the most shredded man so far
For a bike rider I assumed you could handle bars
Grah! The Rock lives again! never stayin' dead! (Uh!)
I'll fight to the bitter end just to chase the bread
To fit in with men, I'll stay ahead in this dispute
Rock! Paper! Uh... scissors?

[Verse 5: James Gunn]
Shoot!
Gunn on the set, time to move out my shot, roll in like cameras, I do what I want
My day's got a fuck ton more crucial things blocked than saving another dang Suicide Squad
I see Paperboy hustling and riding through town, so you must be embarrassed
That I stay outrunning you even as my ass stays resting in DC's office as a chairman
This barber's got beef with Bald Adam over here? What for?
Dwayne, this is the set for Rock Paper Scissors, not a fucking Thumb War!
Make actors my bitch cause I'm the Star-Lord, give Depp the cut because he just leaves me bored
Johnny gave so few fucks when he performed, it's like my PG Porn
From Scooby Doo to DC's fucking chancellor
And redesigning timelines; went from cancelled to canceler
I'll scrap you nerds as well 'fore I'm driven off in the far front
Called shotgun cause Gunn just called the shots on y'all cunts!