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EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!GEORGE WASHINGTON!VERSUS!WILLIAM WALLACE!BEGIN!Washington:There's a difference between you and me, WilyI fought 'till I was actually free, WilyI got my face on a quarter! You got you got drawn and quarteredTortured on the orders of a king, Really?How'd ya get beat by a dude named long shanks?You Hot Dogged and he cut off your Bean Franks!Im money like a national Bank!Ain't nobody more street than Big GA stone face with a grill of Sheep TeethA Mel Gibson movie is your legacyI got a state and a day and a DC!(Stroke) Roll up in a boat! (Stroke!) Sleeping, cut your throat!(Stroke!) Watch that blood flow, now who's got that Red Coat?Wallace:Look at you, in your little blousy outfitLooking 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 Letras de cancionesScot free! That's the Highland way, this powdered prick couldn't beat me in a foot raceEmasculated, eviscerated, had my head chopped off and they put it on a pikeBut I still find time to bust a Gaelic rhyme that'll whip your Yankee Doodle arse on the micI'll knock your face off your moolaAlba gu bràth! (Gu bràth! Hoo-rah! Hoo-rah!)Founding father but no childrenCrossed the Delaware but your soldiers can't swimThat's Washington, such a shite tacticianThe fuckin' British Army didn't even want him!I'm Wallace (Ooh) and I'm flawless (Ooh)Stay hid in your office or suffer great losses!I pop my kilt, strap my sword to 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 is Denzel!Washington:Is that the best you got for me?I chop down an emcee like a cherry tree!See, power! That's what the meaning of my flag isYour nation's famous for golf and haggis!I'm fabulous, from my head to my shoebuckle!Step to me you catch a knee to the moose knuckle!'Cause I know you don't wear no draws!I'm dressed like a pimp, best moves at the ball!McGlaven, McGliven, McSchool you allCockblock more Scots than Hadrian's WallWallace:I don't give a shite 'bout your fancy clothesYou whipped all those out of slave black folksGrew weed and made hemp rope,But if you think you'll beat me, you must be havin' a smoke!No joke, don't tee off with me, laddy!If you held my balls, you couldn't be my caddy!My style's ice cold, yours is old and shabbyYou're the father of your country, but I'm your daddy!WHO WON?WHO'S NEXT?YOU DECIDE!EPIC! RAP! BATTLES OF HISTORY! From Letras Mania