[Verse 1: Amelia Earhart (K.C.)]
Now, I see you Cooper, those sketches all seem redundant
Could've just said he looks like Agent Smith’s uglier cousin (Ha!)
Uh, I fought for suffrage and supported equal rights (What?)
But you and I cannot be equal in this fight
I’m an American daredevil tearing through various perilous aerial hells
My hart is in the air, of course my books flew off the shelves
He’s a civilian ex-millant irritant. He did a terrorist incident since he was pissed off
Jumped outta the plane too early like he’s dishonorable discharge
You couldn’t distinguish a good chute I got the Distinguished Flying Cross
Your body most likely ended up like your whiskey: on the rocks

[Verse 2: D.B. Cooper (RaccoonBroVA)]
Miss, you better listen; I got bombs in my rhymes, hun
And I intend to join the 8 mile high club
The fly jacket wearing skyjacker ain’t afraid of danger
When my sunglasses make for greater aviators
Heard you traveled the Atlantic but not actually as pilot
Became the forefront of air travel being a backseat flier
Even when your job was map reading, you were a novice
Amy, you couldn’t navigate your way to a dentist’s office
Stay out of my dropzone, I’m taking more shots than
Your co-pilot got loaded with before you got lost (What?)
Didn’t know any morse code, so communication was dropped (Hello?)
No wonder your story closed with a dot, dot, dot
[Verse 3: Amelia Earhart (K.C.)]
I secured more wealth than you can stuff in a duffel bag
The true paratrooper cooper would know your verse was a drag
Your case would’ve been brief it it weren’t for clumsy investigators
You passed notes around to prevaricate like you were grudging with second graders
You dined on airplane food before committing your crime
I dined with the man whose face was on your last dime

[Verse 4: D.B. Cooper (RaccoonBroVA)]
Can’t land a plane or a joke, hah
That must be tough
Your raps are like how I enact a robbery: ‘no funny stuff’
Get your partner to chart ‘ya some better flows to fly on
Send a feminist icon to the men she relied on

[Verse 5: Amelia Earhart (K.C.)]
The smoking, and drinking, and indecisiveness
Picking a flight plan highlights precisely you’re just a guy in a mid-flight crisis

[Verse 6: D.B. Cooper (RaccoonBroVA)]
Your legacy was buried when you crashed and got washed up
My legacy was buried when I got the job done