Miley Cyrus vs Joan of Arc

Miley Cyrus:

Let me guess, you're here to hate

Well, you can stand in the autograph line and wait

cause I'm all twerk, I got all day

to spit harsh words in this French maid's face

You died a virgin girl, who you think you messin' with?

It's Miley Cyrus, I'm the hottest thing since Britney, bitch

I'm getting lifted on that molly, get that party turned up

You're getting lifted on a stake, get that body burned up

Had enough? It's my habit, when I grab the mic, I milk it

You could say this rap is like my alter ego cause I killed it

Joan Of Arc:

Lord, forgive me for the words I speak

I know the voices of the angels tell me turn the other cheek

But I'm about to rip Hannah Montana's tongue out through her teeth

Je suis la fille en feu, call me Katniss Everdeen

When it comes to bad bitches, I'm the patron saint

But I only get down on me knees when it's time to pray

I came to Frenchmen's aid in their time of need

Cause I'm the maid of Orleans, You're the Mardi Gras beads, honey

My father taught me things your daddy couldn't teach ya

Your highest calling was a text from Wiz Khalifa

You gotta die for something, Miley, just picture your epitaph

"Had the world watching, chose to show them all her flat ass"

Miley Cyrus:

Sweet burn (ooh) no pun intended

You're a cross-dressing peasant betrayed by those you defended

But when I come under fire I can hashtag handle it

If God's in your corner, girl you need better management

Joan Of Arc:

Do not take the Lord's name in vain, you ratchet skank,

Your manager's riding you to the achy breaky bank

Be thankful for your talent, don't just rub it on your crotch

Keep your party in the USA, Vive La France!