Intro (Together): (Slinky beat kicks in with a deep bass thrum) Black Cat: Ooh, look who slinked into my lair! Catwoman: You call this a lair? Honey, this is amateur hour. Verse 1 (Black Cat): Listen up, Selina, I’m the real feline, Glistening claws and my style divine. I swing through skylines, you crawl in the dark, I steal jewels, hearts—you just leave marks. Your whip’s a relic, I’m the modern queen, Nine lives ahead, and I’m still pristine. Verse 2 (Catwoman): Felicia, please, you’re a knockoff brand, A catnip stunt double, girl, understand. Gotham’s my playground; Bruce bows to me, While you’re chasing webs, I’m running the spree. Your claws? Cute. My whip? Deadly. Face it, kitten, you’re just not ready. Pre-Chorus (Together): Black Cat: Purr all you want, I’m stealing the show. Catwoman: Scratch all you can, but you’re too slow. Black Cat: You’re a shadow, Selina, I shine bright. Catwoman: Step aside, Felicia, this is my fight. Chorus (Together): Cat scratch banter, claws in the air, Two queens fighting—oh, it’s unfair! Words like weapons, we hiss, we bite, The crowd’s loving this feline fight. Verse 3 (Black Cat): You’re obsessed with Bats, clinging to his cape, I don’t need a man; I chart my own fate. Your Gotham gloom? It’s a snooze to me, I bring the sparkle, the electricity. I’ve got Spidey swinging, wrapped in my game, While you play dress-up, purring Bruce’s name. Verse 4 (Catwoman): You’re all talk, kitty; let me show you claws, I crack the whip, rewrite your laws. Spidey’s your backup? That’s just sad, I outwit knights and drive them mad. Keep your glitter; I rule the night, You can’t out-sass me, don’t even try. Bridge (Together): Black Cat: You stalk, I stun—let’s get it clear. Catwoman: You prance, I pounce—don’t come near. Black Cat: Gotham gloom’s old news, I’m sleek. Catwoman: Queens can’t rule; you’re just too meek. Breakdown (Spoken, Together): (Sassy back-and-forth over an intense electro-drop) Black Cat: Is that whip vintage? Catwoman: Better than your outdated manicure. Black Cat: Oh, darling, my claws are custom. Catwoman: Yeah, custom... dull. Final Chorus (Together): Cat scratch banter, claws in the air, Two queens fighting—oh, it’s unfair! Feline finesse in every bite, This isn’t a battle; it’s a catwalk tonight! Outro (Together): (Beat fades to purring over a deep bassline) Black Cat: Nine lives, but I won this round. Catwoman: Dream on, darling—I’m Gotham-bound.
