Rap battles of whatever Mega Arc Edition

Nine of the greatest of all time

They used be in their prime

Now they came here to ryhne

Verse 1: Indiana Jones)

They call me Jones, I wrote the book on this scene,

Part-time professor, full-time adventure machine.

While you're loading your pistols and planning your wars,

I'm finding lost arks and crashing through floors.

With a crack of my whip and my trusty fedora,

I'll put you all back in the history stor-a.

(Verse 2: James Bond)

History? Please. My missions are current and clean,

The name is Bond, licensed by country and Queen.

I'll stop any villain with gadgets and charm,

With a beautiful woman attached to my arm.

So take your dusty whip, I'll take a martini,

Your whole "adventure" schtick is beneath me, you see.

(Verse 3: Jason Bourne)

That charm is a crutch for a man who is weak,

I'll end this whole fight with a pen to your cheek.

I don't need a gadget, I don't need a plan,

I don't even really know who I am.

But I know how to win, how to fight, how to kill,

And your slick, tailored suit is now standing stock-still.

(Verse 4: John Rambo)

You were a weapon, but I am the war,

The kind that you start then can't end anymore.

They drew first blood, so I'll give them a flood,

Drag you all through the jungle and cover you in mud.

With my knife and my bow, I'll survive any fight,

And fade back like a ghost in the dead of the night.

(Verse 5: John McClane)

A ghost? Pal, I'm the fly in your ointment, the pain,

Just a New York cop, caught out in the rain.

You guys chose this life, I was just visiting town,

Now I'm barefoot on glass while I'm taking you down.

So come out to the coast, we'll get together, have a few laughs,

Yippee-Ki-Yay, mother... you can do the math.

(Verse 6: Sarah Connor)

You think glass is a problem? That's barely a scratch,

There is no fate but the future we snatch.

I went from a waitress to a tactical strategist,

Forging the future with my own two fists.

While you're crawling through vents, I am loading my clips,

For the metal-skinned nightmares that slip past your lips.

(Verse 7: Ellen Ripley)

Nightmares? I've lived one, with acid for blood,

Stranded in space, misunderstood.

You fight men and machines, and that's all well and good,

But I fight a creature not from your neighborhood.

If your neighborhood's hell, then get out of my way,

I've got the queen bitch of the universe to slay.

(Verse 8: The Terminator - T-800)

Slaying that creature is an illogical plan.

I am a cybernetic organism. Not a man.

I feel no pain, no remorse, and no fear,

My mission parameters are perfectly clear.

I will not stop, ever, until you are dead.

Hasta la vista... baby. Enough has been said.

(Verse 9: John Wick)

You say you won't stop? That's a curious thing,

For the Baba Yaga, the news that I bring.

You were sent to kill heroes, well I was sent too...

But I'm the one that you send to go after YOU.

With a pencil, a gun, or a book from a shelf,

Yeah, I'm thinkin' I'm back. Time to end this myself.