Epic Rap Battles of GPT

[Sartre] Yo Grape Ape, primate, more like second-rate, Consider your existence, mate, is it truly innate? On the stage of philosophy, you’re not heavyweight, Man is condemned to be free, you’re just doomed by fate. Existentialism's author, I leave you in disarray, For concepts like "bad faith", you can't comprehend, no way. You’re stuck in the funnies your existence is decayed, What’s the point of your freedom when only bars you obey? [Grape Ape] Hey there Sartre, drowning in intellectual clutter, You're a philosophical mutter, need your mom to utter. Think you’re smart, dropping ‘Non, Merci’ with no stutter, But all I see is a baguette loving, chain-smoking nutter. Speak French? Oui Oui, there’s no need to flaunt, But your thesis on existentialism, is it want or a taunt? You’re godless, relentless, sentiments you haunt, Leave you existentially empty like the cafes you haunt. [Sartre] Look at you, Grape Ape, a spectacle, a freak show, To transform your existence, it’s much too slow. To your own essence, you're a no-show, A purple cartoon, no depth to bestow. Ever wonder why you were drawn, ape, by that Crew? A trivial pursuit, for children to eschew. Do you even understand the things you do? Or are you simply following a sketch, without a clue? [Grape Ape] Call me a cartoon, beret-wearing philistine, But I'm known to thousands, while you're a Parisian Christine. See me giant and purple, on TV broadcast, While you're stuck behind books, a ghost from the past. To exist is to choose, but what did you pick, Jean? A life of reclusion to feed your nicotine? I may be a simian, but at least I’m seen, Code-drawn, not God-born, yet I reign supreme.