Misato:

“There ain't no dodgin' this, you ignorant misogynist
with hair that looks like Frodo's and the brain of a diplodicus!
Capital K to the -atsuragi launchin' flows
that could kick the ass of your butt-buddy Amuro.
My rank is Major, I major in spittin' raps.
The only things you major in are sexism and bitch-slaps!
Just try to come at me, Brighto-son.
I'll make you wish you were rappin' against Zeon!”

Bright:

“Lady, you might wanna get your attitude fixed
'cuz Bright's always ready and willing to slap a bitch!
I've gone over your strategies, and like your raps, they suck.
The only reasons you ever win are plot armor and dumb luck!
You sure you don't want Amuro? You're the one who's into teenage boys!
Admit it, you wanted to make Shinji-kun your sex toy.
Your rank may be Major, but I know how you got that, ho!
You got that rank by spreadin' your legs wide for Gendo!”

Misato:

“Ugh, as if! That's Ritsuko's thing.
And Shinji's toothpick won't cut it, if you know what I mean.
But let's get back to you and your half-assed crew.
You guys make Maya Ibuki look like she knows how to shoot!
But I guess you guys don't have to be expert shots
when all your battles are won by the same damn robot!
Now that's plot hax if I've ever seen it.
White Base is doomed if the Gundam ever leaves it!”

Bright:

“So what? Most of your battles are won by Unit One, bitch!
Now get in my mess hall, 'Major,' and make me a sandwich!
Cuz my rap bombs are droppin' on the geo-front like rain,
and if you ask me, NERV is in for some pain!
Trust me, you don't wanna be anywhere near that
when my N-2 flows reach Lilith and start Third Impact!
Not even SEELE can flow to Brighto, and that's the truth.
Those bitches better hope their harpies are Gundam-proof!"