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EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!

GEORGE WASHINGTON!

VS!

WILLIAM WALLACE!

BEGIN!

There’s a difference between you and me, Willy

I fought 'till I was actually Free, Willy

I got my face on a quarter

You got drawn and quartered

Tortured on the orders of a king, really?

How’d you get beat by a dude named Longshanks?

You hot dogged and he cut off your bean franks

I’m money like a national bank

Ain’t nobody more street than Big G

Stone face with a grill of sheep teeth

A Mel Gibson movie is your legacy

I got a state and a day and a D. C

(Stroke!) Roll up in a boat

(Stroke!) You’re sleeping, cut your throat

(Stroke!) I’ll watch the blood flow, now who’s got that Redcoat?

Look at you in your little blousy outfit

Looking like a stiffer white dick than your monument

I’ll knock you the fuck out, mate

You died owning slaves, I died setting men free (Scot free!)

That’s the highland way, this powdered prick couldn’t beat me in a foot race

I was emasculated, eviscerated

I had my head chopped off and they put it on a pike

But I still find time to bust a Gaelic rhyme

I’ll rip your Yankee Doodle arse on the mic

I’ll knock your face off your moolah

Alba gu bràth! (Gu bràth!) Hoo-ra! (Hoo-ra!)

Founding Father, but no children

Crossed the Delaware, but your soldiers couldn’t swim

That’s Washington, such a shite tactician

The fucking British Army didn’t even want him

I’m Wallace! And I’m flawless!

Stay hidden in your office or suffer great losses

I pop my kilt, strap my sword in my hilt

Step on the battlefield and I’m ready to kill

Send all your politicians straight down to hell

The only Washington I trust Denzel

Is that the best you got for me?

I’ll chop down an emcee like a cherry tree

See, power! That’s what the meaning of my flag is

Your nation’s famous for golf and haggis

I’m fabulous from my head to my shoebuckle

Step to me, and catch a knee to the mooseknuckle

Cause I know you don’t wear no draws

I’m dressed like a pimp, best moves in at the ball

McGlavin, McGliven, McSchool you all

Cock block more Scots than Hadrian’s Wall

I don’t give a shite about your fancy clothes

You whipped all those out of slave black folks

Grew weed and you made hemp rope

But if you think you’ll beat me, you must be having a smoke

No joke! Don’t tee off with me, laddie

If you held my balls, you couldn’t be my caddie

My style’s ice cold, yours is old and shabby

You’re the Father of Your Country, but I’m your daddy

WHO WON?

WHO''S NEXT?

YOU DECIDE!

EPIC! (EPIC, EPIC EPIC EPIC)

RAP! (RAP RAP RAP RAP RAP)

BATTLES! (HOOO!)

OF HAA! (HOOO!)

STORY!!! (AAAHHHHHAAAHHH!!)

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