[Katheryne]
Ad astra abyssosque
Welcome to the Adventurers’ Guild
[Fischl]
Greetings Katheryne
Hast thou a glorious task worthy of our skill?
[Katheryne]
A lyrical duel is today’s daily quest
Best insult to the other wins the contest
[Mona]
An Astrologist is above such meaningless prattle
[Katheryne]
For one million Mora
[Mona]
C’mon blondie, let’s battle
[Announcer]
Fischl! Versus! Mona! Let the rap battle begin!
[Fischl]
You’d best watch your tongue, pathetic peasant dung
Don’t mess with the Prinzessin Der Verurteilung
The Immernachtreich host came prepared for this roast
My brainpower shall devour you like fisherman’s toast
Electro bow slays foes whilst my sick prose flows
Just look at her clothes, Mona’s cheap and it shows
My restraint displayed in throwing shade is coming to an end
This retrograde chambermaid has no friends
[Mona]
Open both eyes to see this, astrological genius
Allow me to elucidate the difference between us
I gaze upon the heavens and the universe speaks
You read a book, stole a look, and you lie through your teeth
Loquacious little teen, Gods, I swear that I’ll scream!
If I end up stuck inside one of your cutscenes
I’m spitting hot fire while you’re breaking a sweat
Cause water witch magic gets everyone wet
[Fischl]
Oh, scry me a river, you sad moistened bint
Who can’t even prevent her financial descent?
Your fortune’s already spent, it’s an eviction event
Why art thou such a layabout? Pay your freaking rent!
Didst thou cry out mine holy name in earnest supplication?
It must be time to just remind this servant of her station
Thine powers, a pity, thine coin purse, a joke
[Oz]
Mein Fräulein means: you are totally broke
[Mona]
Tell that turkey to stuff it, you can eat crow and love it
The Astrologist demolished Miss Pompous and her puppet
I’m laying down the smack on this crackpot quack
Spitting bars like shooting stars with my zodiac attack
In fact, I think it needs to be said
Mondstadt won’t shut up about your momma’s great meat spread
Who cares what you’ve read? Get some psych books instead
Immernachtreich? She’s Immer-not-right-in-the-head
[Fischl]
Mine vassal looks a mess, perhaps it is the stress
This watered-down magic clown a sorry, soggy sorceress
Your poverty rhymes are barely a rap
You spent all your savings on star-gazing crap
Let this be a lesson: you’re not predicting, you’re guessing
A foolish lunatic put in her place by the Prinzessin
You can’t match my title, my prestige or my wealth
I humbly beseech thee: go fornicate thyself
[Mona]
Witness Mona Megistus, I’m nobody’s vassal
See my moon sign rising, you can kiss my astral
It’s frankly absurd that this idiot bird
Has to hang out and translate for some role-playing nerd
Here’s a prediction: you are nothing but fiction
Your name, your eyepatch, and your ridiculous diction
It’s over, it’s finished, Katheryne, pay me
‘Cause everybody knows her real name is Amy
