So here you are then the mother of dragons,
I guess it's time to jump on that fanboy, manboy bandwagon.
Top-billed in Game of Thrones for showing us your boobs
I'm at the top of the Hunger Games for pwning District 1 noobs.
Peeta and Gale compete for my love
While Khal Drogo tried you on like a new glove
You'll handle this battle like ruling Meereen,
Interest in your last 3 seasons has yet to be seen
While I'm driving Panem to a brighter, better day,
You can't seem to get yourself out of Slaver's Bay
So here's Katniss acting all turnt,
while trying to spit fire at the girl Unburnt
Who does Kristen Stewart with a bow think she's here up against?
I'll pillage your whole dystopia while you sneak past the fence
Shoot your little arrows and bring down that bee hive,
Cuz like Rue an Unsullied spear won't leave you alive
I may have stayed just friends with Jorah
But all Peetas got is some bread loaves for ya.
Zip that lip up like an Avox,
Cause after this flow you'll have no room to talk
You like to think your words inspire loyalty,
Yet you beg for asylum as overthrown royalty.
Your brother beat you and sold you to a rapist,
I Volunteered for my sister so President Snow can stay pissed!
Rocking the Academy and a female rolemodel in Hollywood
Your story arc is like your range in acting: just no good.
The down to earth girl, I've got nothing but success in my future.
I interview with sass, while Drogo's wounds can't be sutured
You work for George Martin, think he'll let you off the hook?
I'm sorry but there's no Silver Linings in your next book.
Why does Everyone like to think you're some Kentucky 4 leaf clover?
Fame has fogged your brain like Haymitch: bourbon hangover
When my dragons reach District 12 they'll paint that town red
Sarah Conner's seen the future "They're all fucking dead!"
My trials reflect the struggles of women in a medieval world riddled with strife
While your best role teaches you that a relationship will fix every hole in your life
You wanna play a mobster's wife, the reviews went like Varys: under the knife
This battle went You Before Me, but when it comes to sick spittin, it's the opposite you see, get a wheel chair, you should think about quittin
Drogon emerges and ignites the sky with flame, my Dothraki hoard charges with my speaking your name.
Tyrion advises that you surrender, though I'll still crucify you as Daario pleads "end her!"
I speak Valyrian, Dothraki, and the Westerosi tongue. I'm a multiculturalist, and here all my people come.
So you wanna bitch at journalists with poor English for being rude? Perhaps if you weren't on your phone, bro, we wouldn't all have seen your nudes.