Epic Rap Battles of GPT

[Roronoa Zoro] You’re a black-footed joke with a curly brow, Overcook your tales like you do with the cow, I slice through you with a quick Asura's wrath, Three-sword style rap, you do the math. Eye on the victory, that's my green glow, Caught in my storm, Sanji, you're too slow, Jigoku no hanabi? That's a light spark, I'm the hurricane, you're a walk in the park. [Sanji] Call me a joke, but I got the class, Carving up fine dishes, not just cheap glass. Your life’s on the rocks 'coz you can’t fairly sail, Only thing you're slicing is an epic fail. Your cuts are shallow, my Rhyme Seieiken deep, Zoro, you're the boorish beast, I’m the martial arts' keep, Your green glow's a fake, illusional surf, I’m Diabl Jambe, watch you burn on my turf. [Roronoa Zoro] Call your dish fine, but taste, it lacks, Tryin' to fight me? Better watch your backs. Sarcasm your armor, 'coz you're battling with a Don, You're spineless, Sanji, just another pawn. Your twirly eyebrow, a sign of your twistiness, My strikes authentic, your kicks just frivolous. Your flame's a pretense, just an empty flare, I swing my swords in the air with true flair. [Sanji] Yeah, I watch my back, from your clumsy swing, I'm the prince here, you're no king. You call me spineless, but you're blind in a vision, Specter flit among shadows, I'm the incision. Your swords are dull, my kicks are penetrating, Zoro, your rhymes are as bad as your navigating. With my Foot Technique, I burn up the stage, You're lost already Zoro, in your own rage.