Apollo:

You and me, sis, this is where you collapse

Because I'm the God of Music, that makes me King of Raps!

I'm shining like a beacon, and I'm hotter than the sun

So take a big step back, this is what I do for fun!

Shooting arrows like a god should, fiery and bright

They burn at 10,000 degrees Fahrenheit.

I'm the rightful god of Delos, you're a huntress in the woods

The world is in my hand, I can burn it if I should.

Artemis:

Congrats, bro, I didn't know you can do math

Now go and hide your puny pride or suffer my wrath.

Your body may be bright, but your brain clearly isn't!

I'm a huntress in the woods, and that's what I call pleasant.

While I'm out hunting deer, I heard you went hunting women

They all ran away in fright, cause they didn't want to have children!

I don't care if I'm the fairest, or as splendid as the moon,

But it's better than working the sun with this big buffoon!

Apollo:

That's right, sis! I'm the real chick magnet!

And the only boy you ever loved was that Orion faggot!

Yeah, I sent that scorpion. What? You'd think I'd let it slide?

Having my virgin sister get taken for a ride?

You're a one-trick-pony! Just some goddess of the moon

As the God of Songs and Prophecy, shall I play you a tune?

At the end of this rap, the winner it shall be:

The one and only God of Everything: ME!

Artemis:

God of Everything, huh? Let me recap your listings:

Sunburns, fortunes, and random plucking of strings!

I should've known, back in Delos, to have trapped you in the womb

I may have helped give birth to you, but you've still sealed your doom!

The giant monster Python? That didn't look too hard

I hunt monsters twice that ugly, and three times that large!

So maybe, Apollo, you can cool down your burners

Oh-and pardon my French-but get off my hunters!

WHO WON? YOU DECIDE!