[Verse 1: Spiderman]
So you wanna test the web head?
Good thing you're already dead
Wow, your ego must be fed
Time to put that shit to bed
Scorpion
I’ll leave you twisted up
I think your end is near
Crush a stinger bare hands-
No need for my spidey gear
Silver Age stand out
No one else could measure up
Spidey Sense!
"Scorpion's full of shit so call his bluff"
Daily Bugle, read it now!
Front page news spread:
Spidey ends a little yellow ninja bitch
'Nuff said

[Verse 2: Scorpion]
Wait a minute, Pete
What’d you think?
I'd let you take my crown?
King of the Tournament
You're chillin' in a Spidey gown
Watch your step
Or you'll find a fireball inside you chest
Swinging to your final breath
Spidey had a gruesome death
Fire up your Mary Jane
I know she likes my stinger
I still made it rain
Even though I'm the fire bringer
The Hellfire Champion
You never had a web shot
Burn you to a crisp
'Cuz the Scorpion is too hot