Erica: Yo Murray, you better beware,

I got rhymes that'll make you hate your hair.

You try to act tough, but we all know the truth,

You're just a conspiracy theorist with no real proof.

Murray: Erica, you think you're so slick,

But your raps are as weak as your electrical fix.

You might be a nerd, but I'm the real genius,

So sit down and take notes while I teach you some cleanliness.

Erica: Murray, you talk a lot of nonsense,

But when it comes to action, you got no defense.

You hide behind your computer and your Russian tapes,

While I save the day and fix demogorgons' escapes.

Murray: Erica, you think you're the big shot,

But when it comes to brains, you haven't got a lot.

You might be all muscle, but I'm the real mastermind,

So sit down and watch while I unravel the mysteries you can't find.

Erica: Murray, you're a pretty good talker,

But when it comes to skills, you're just a penny stocker.

You might have connections, but I got the real hustle,

So sit down and listen while I teach you some muscle.

Murray: Erica, you're really getting desperate,

But when it comes to insults, you're just repetitive.

You might think you're tough, but I got the real grit,

So sit down and shut up while I take the final hit.

Murray (final verse): Erica, you're a wannabe gangster,

But when it comes to rhymes, you're just a disaster.

You might talk a lot, but your words are as weak as your punch,

So sit down and bow while I claim the victory and the lunch.