[Intro]
RAP BATTLE!
THE PROFESSOR
VS
JORDAN BELFORT
BEGIN

[Verse 1: Jordan Belfort]
You built your house on money, but you don't know how money works
Tried to send your buddies first. Why, 'cause your tummy hurts?
Think about your gameplan 'cuz I don't work with honesty
Play chess with my mind, I'll buy the board and play Monopoly
You can't cold call and still be shaking in fear
You take credit for a heist that wasn't even you're idea
I throw a party every day full of ladies with their boobs out
You throw a slumber party with yourself in your scrooge gown
With my marketing strategies, I just started a family
You put a masked parade with fragile brains and hand grenades in charge of your identity
How would you target your enemy?
Hiding behind your damn PC doesn't recharge your memory
You freak out in mommy's cellar when it's getting louder
Like your crew is breaking windows while you just opened a browser
What about your inspector chick? Did she vanish from your eyes, kid?
I got her downstairs taking shots, but this time, she liked it

[Verse 2: The Professor]
Your company already had a shaky start
For working on Wall Street, you're team's easy to break apart
That pack of animals leaves with a question mark
You'd get more profit if you moved your zoo into Central Park
You don't have what it takes, you scrambled your brain
You put the pen on so many checks, it left your marriage erased
Since your mind counted money, your love has been destroyed
Now you're only getting head when you flip a coin!
The suit sued thousands once you stooped out
Swallowed your respect once the loots chewed out
And soon your mountains of crews moved out
On your quartely report, the stocks went 'Boom!, Boom!, Ciao!'
[Verse 3: Jordan Belfort]
You can't troll the Wall Street, Your comedy's dead
You can watch me clown on you from your hospital bed
You're crew may have found the exit, but you can't save face
The only hole you dug into the bank was your brother's grave
I got astounding assistants, who pad my thousands of figures, so don't be proud of your gimmicks, before you're counting the digits
You sent your lousy equipment below the ground like some fishes
Say 'bella ciao!' to your bitches, 'cause they just drowned in your business!

[Verse 4: The Professor]
The difference we got in our business plan is that I'm not riddled by greed and bigotry
You got blinded by your bank account and couldn't bank on accountability
You don't know jack about business 'cuz you're the crack in our system
The before and after picture of capitalism
A sad sack with a pack full of fashist rich men
You couldn't hide your lies if Donnie's ass couldn't grip them
Now you gotta come clean, the coke's all over your nose
I'll leave you and prison bros alone with the soap
Stop blaming all the drugs, I hope you choked on your dope
People paid you to teach them, how you go from 'broker' to 'broke'
My zeppelin's spittin out bucks, while everyone hates your guts
Breaking news, Jordan; you can't spend your money on trust
Our numbers are different, you occupied me for a minute
Yet, I spent owning your entire existence

[Outro]
WHO WON?
WHO'S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE!
THE NEXT RAP BATTLE IS ON THE WAY!