Wonder Woman: Wonder Woman fly, I’m about to tell you why Princess Diana but this lady don’t die My rhymes are Signed, Sealed, and Delivered on time You a bald has-been, I’m in my Amazon Prime I’ll tell you what I say, you bit your style from Ray The grin and the shades and the king cobra head sway Gods made me out of clay, then they broke the mold I’m like Geena Davis in a Justice League of my own I Just Called to Say that you need to ditch the hair beads Looking like the Predator after some chemotherapy But don’t be scared, I let bats down easy So you don’t got a Worry ‘Bout a Thing, Little Stevie
Stevie Wonder: I feel like this is the beginning (ohhh) But you have sucked for few thousand years I’m a man who comes from a Higher Ground And I say DC is a whole step down I’ve been spitting out hits since both Fingertips So use the tip of your fingers and read my lips How you gonna talk about a bat being blind? You need to echo-relocate to the Fourth of July Cause you’re Miss Independent, or at least you try But your first story is you running off with a guy Okay, now lemme tell you the truth cause I know you got the lasso You got that wack flow, suffering Sappho I’m the ceremony Master Blaster with the bars And I got more Grammys than your panties got stars
Wonder Woman: Well I’m a Woman who Wonders what you’re thinking Some of your records make me wish you started drinking Even if I stick to the best selections Your YouTube videos raise some vision questions
Stevie Wonder: Your ignorant questions can never cause as much pain As never knowing how stupid you look in your airplane You’re a misguided C- on the Bechdel test joke And my worst song is better than your best TV show
Wonder Woman: Look, I don’t wanna judge a Talking Book by its cover But at the vegan buffet, you’re a full-time lover And a part-time father, from what I’ve discovered Nine different kids with five different mothers
Stevie Wonder: You couldn’t walk in my shoes, so stick to your re-boots With plots so thin, even I can see through It’s not a Superstition, I believe you got dissed Not even your tiara’s coming back from this (yeah!)