The last one (I promise)

And now, the nerdiest rap battle ever written. 

If you want to gauge your nerdiness, or at least your Star Trek nerdiness, see how many references you can catch. There are 46. 

Rap Bat'leth

Turn on your communicator so you can understand                                                                       

I’m the Trekkie supreme, Star Trek’s Number One fan

I’m a Trekker true blue not a Trekkie like you

I know the trivia, got the toys, now what you gonna do?           

Collectibles you nerd, they’re not silly toys

Go home and play with the other girls and boys

And trivia? Forget it, you lack what I got

I know my Tuvok from my Spock from my Gul Dukat

Listen to what I say, cause I’ve said it before

Your brain is defective like Data’s brother Lore

You think you’re Q, the boss of time and space

You’re weaker than Uhura and got a Klingon’s face

That’s latinum rich, you making that remark

Your nose would fit in with Nog or Rom or Quark

And that skin you got, makes you look Cardassian

Use some moisturizer before you come back again

At least I got hair like Kirk, not yours like Picard

The glare from the sun is putting me off guard

I may look like Sisko, but I’ll take that any day

The captain you most resemble is Captain Janeway

Your glasses look stupid like Geordi LaForge

With that hipster look, you conform like a Borg

But unlike my man Levar, you ain’t got no smarts

You’re no positronic brain, you’re not even spare parts

Dang it Jim, I’m just a rapper not a doctor

I’m tired of diagnosing all the ways you’re improper

You think you’re the best? You got a problem neurological

Just ask Mr. Spock, he’ll say you’re highly illogical

Vulcans and Romulans some say they look the same

If you can’t tell the difference then get out of the game

Feel me like a Betazoid when you hear me say

Don’t live long and prosper, just get outta my way

You think you’re so tough, like Worf or a Gorn

Your breath’s the only thing strong, it stinks like Morn

The trouble with tribbles is they keep reproducing

That’s not trouble for you, you’re never seducing

You can only get ladies when you’re in the holodeck

Why should she Troi to your Riker, or give any respect

Not even a Vulcan would find your game fascinating

Warn the Federation if you’re the future of dating

This duel may encounter a point way too far

One of us could end up dead as Tasha Yar

I think I’d mop the floor with you like a pail of Odo

But we don’t need to stay solo, you know, yolo

Well beam me up Scotty, I think I do agree

I dominate my quadrant, but there are another 3

Our enterprising voyage into deep space far

We’ll call it a draw, and trek like a star