Epic Rap Battles of GPT

[Marcus Aurelius] Yours is just a cloud of lies, Benioff, a slavery of eyes Leave your empire, no surprise, my wisdom cuts you down to size Silver spoon-fed on your rise, I'm bred from truly sterner stuff Marc, you're up against a stoic, it's about to get tough. My reign lasted two decades, your fiefdom's on the sly Cash-cow Salesforce, you're just an overfed fly Don't you dare compare my writings to your arrogant splurge Man's last meditations, versus Silicon Valley's urge. [Marc Benioff] Aurelius the Stoic, dwelling in the past Swapping modern tech advancement for your wax and tablet cast You were Rome's philosopher king, but left with a blight While I create with every line of code, ushering in the light. Your empire decayed in time, mine’s scaling new heights Creating jobs for millions, not just bloody Roman fights Drowned in meditations, yet you lost your wife and son I offer solutions, while you only offer a tragic run. [Marcus Aurelius] Benioff, you're inflated, your success is overrated Your vision clouded by profits, human ethics negated You call your business “trailblazing”, I call it tyranny Man is not meant to be chained to your technological tree. I lost my loved ones, yes, but know the nature of life You peddle immortality with the edge of a knife Trading in virtual reality while I dealt with the mortal You're just the jester, Marc, while I was the portal. [Marc Benioff] Marcus, you’re detached, preach the logos, but you're flawed, Speak of virtue and wisdom, but Rome was left marred Man's not meant to be stoic; it's progress or fall I am the Jupiter of tech; you’re Nero, playing lute while Rome’s in brawl. Against my testament, your legacy is minimalist Your stoicism's just pessimism wrapped in an idealist Don't fight with Marc 'The Trailblazer', or you'll get overrun Just as the striking sun sets, Aurelius, your time is done.