Next thing you know, folks were pickin’ sides
Bustin’ rhymes on Twitter of a 140 size
But them little fields can’t contain our attacks
Cause we like our rhymes in a VARCHAR(MAX)
So the Fool started up a rap showdown
To let tweeps like you come and clown around
You’re lucky I’m a judge, not a running man
Cuz you don’t wanna see my execution plan
Now I’ve seen that crap that you call SQL
Better bring your real sugar, not the Equal
You won’t win this with a copy/paste
Show your best A game and not your O face.
*Yo, I’m rappin. I ain’t Celine Dion. I’m keepin’ it realz.