Supergirl says, "I'm the greatest person... ever was... blowin' up the villains with my epic song. Chillin' in the artic in my fortress of rhymes, beatin' the baddies in the nick of time. Super speed, flight, and looks, got a brain the size of Tim Cook, yo. Bitches ain't workin' hard as me, I'm the super fly gal white as can be. Why am I better, why am I great? Don't ask me stupid questions that's all Krypton-hate."

Eliza Harmon says, "You know who's going to win. The Brazilian sensation's at it again. You may be able to fly but one tight flow and you're going to cry. I'll end this in a blazing rhyme, beat you down in double time. I'm faster, I'm smarter, and that makes me it. People just like you for your perky blonde tits. It's the end of the verse, I'll show you whose boss. You can have one record though - world's fastest loss."

Supergirl says, "Going real fast, zoom zoom zoom, smack right into the back of my hand. You think you're all that, you think you're real great, but you ain't even worth my hate. You've got a cute body but that's all you got, you ain't even heard of quantum singularity dots. Travelin' into space, pickin' up worlds, all you can do is run around the world. I speak a million languages, got a sweet skirt, got a sadder story and a lotta big hurt. I still fly, and save the day, because I'm a real hero and I got my cape. When it comes to fightin' you can run real fast, gettin' away as best as you can. I take all the hits, I win the day, but you zip around makin' mistakes."

Eliza Harmon says, "I'm sorry, what did you say, friend? Your cousin's bagging a win. I really think it's time that I tell you the truth. You're no inspiration to society's youth! You came from the stars, and you think you've got bars. But I'm going to run circles around you until you're seeing stars. I'm a Millennial original, you're Superman's copy. With a skimpy pleated skirt and a style that is sloppy. Do you call that a rhyme? I think I'm doing just fine. It's time for me to be winning this race. I'm running the mic, I'm running this race, I'm running the game- I'm the one you can't face. When I put you back in your place I'm you'll sure be glad you can run off to space."

Supergirl says, "Superman's copy, that's all you can say? A copy of the greatest man your species has today? And he isn't even yours got my DNA. Our world blew up, you better believe, best thing for you else we'd reign supreme. What's that I hear, oh so far away, oh right your deaf and can barely see. You got to vibrate real damn fast, else you'd be squashed like a can. My foot stomps down, and gives you the shakes. The real boss here is me... yes me, but I'd rather not be the best girl in town - but it ain't something I pick, it's just my fate. Genetically speaking your a banana to my ape, powers wise I've got a royal flush while you go fish, and I'm just everything you've ever wished. Girl please, my skirt is hot, and you are not."

Eliza Harmon says, "The best thing for us is that your world went extinct? Well, I guess now you know what the rest of us think! You're a super space fascist with pretty blue eyes. I can hear you right now- "Anyone who dislikes my flow, dies." The best thing I can say when I see you coming is, "Damn! I guess right now the world really needs Superman!" You're a prissy white pale ditz who thinks she is a baller. The real question I have to ask why you even bother? I'm unique, you're so weak I could beat you with some jewelry. Maybe I'll ask Lex Luthor for a ring- now that's just cruelty. You're almost schizophrenic, a crazy ass eugenics menace who's into cosmetics! You know what? Let's just face it, Kara, your reign of terror is done. And everyone on Earth will thank God that I've won."

Supergirl says, "You only hate because you cannot be, the best damn super heroine this world's ever seen. You got no direction, despite your name, you hate on me because you can only complain. I destroy robots, and send them to the sun, while all you can do is burn up your shoes. You run across water, sure that's real swell, but I can visit atlantis like a freakin' whale. I'm a god flyin' above your tiny world, I could toss your moon if I just did a twirl. It ain't that I think I'm better than you, it's already proven by your own mistakes. Registration act, where's that man in blue? No where to be seen, hiding like you. I'm out in the open, fightin' for truth, I'm yellin' and screaming logic at you fools. But you want to repeat, how bad I am by saving you? That's a horrible way to live your life, maybe you need someone who can show you what's right. Then if threats come, and people fight, I can win with all my might. NO need to thank me, I know you won't, even though my red boot's about as useful as you. It too goes real fast, when I run, and I can fling it straight to the sun. That's not a threat, just the truth, you better just give up like you do with the drugs."

Eliza Harmon says, "I'm sorry, Kara, I guess I should be real, it's true. I thought that you would rhyme something that was actually new. After Katrina, FEMA thought the worst was through, but it seems that the world wasn't counting on you. You destroy robots? Well, that's fun. You're like Godzilla- when everyone sees you they scream, "We better run!" You trip over your words every time you try to rap faster. Your rhymes are like your superheroics- they're a disaster! You're screaming and wailing, but no one's even listening. You try to use your laser sight, I'm like, "Turn on the air conditioning!" Because you're through, you're washed up, you're a second hand hero. A super Stepford Valley Girl who's really a zero."

Supergirl says, "You best turn on the A/C because I'm damn hot, my lyrics are killin' and you are not. You constantly say bad things of me, but defend yourself? Please. You can't even start, because you're so bad, at rhymin' and undertsanding who's the best wo-man. Godzilla is great, saved your race, stomped on bambi like I could stomp on your face. But don't worry, I won't, waiting to see, your mouth moving open praising me. Why would you do it? Clear as day, I'm better than you even on a terrible day. You've got real problems, you whine and mope. Your outfit's atrocious and a horrible trope. I've got real style and can lift hella tons. What can you do other than run? Nothing - that's right - you are so done."

Eliza Harmon says, "Defend myself? Bitch, please, I'll give you a response when you've earned it. I've got a license to flow - you couldn't get a learner's permit. Sure, I do drugs and I'm depressed but let's face it, who wouldn't be? Wake up and see your face, I'd rather be in in a state penitentiary. Because I'm clever, I'm better, my beats so good they're criminal. Your disses have no wit or grace, couldn't even recognise subliminals. I'm leaner, I'm meaner, and you can barely even talk to me. You'll never cut a real track, your best verse was an anomaly. You're egotistical and hypocritical, all you do is get political. Throw you into a reactor, a radioactive meteoritical. But you're not really aware of nothing sociopolitical, so if you keep stepping to me then I'm about to get biblical."