Epic Rap Battles of History, Nice Peter , EpicLLOYD, Watsky - Dr Seuss vs William Shakespeare lyrics
[Epic Rap Battles of History, Nice Peter , EpicLLOYD, Watsky - Dr Seuss vs William Shakespeare lyrics]
Epic Rap Battles of History dr Seuss vs
William Shakespeare, begin
Come bite my thumb
I hope you know the stakes
I'll put a slug between
Your shoulder blades then
Ask what light through yonder poser breaks?
I hath been iambic on that ass, ye bastard
My rhymes are classic
Your crap is drafted by a
Kindergartener high on acid ye hoebag
You're an old white Soulja Boy
Who has no swag
And no gonads, egads, it's so sad
And to top it off, you're not a doctor
I've never seen a softer author
You crook, you
I bet you wrote The Twilight books too
I would not could not on a boat read
Any of the boring ass plays you wrote
Even Horton doesn't want to
Hear you and Cindy
Lou Who is afraid to go near you
You bore people to death
You leave a classroom looking like
The end of MacBeth
I entertain a child of any age
You gotta translate what you said
On the opposite page
How you gonna battle with the
Cat in The Hat? Little
Kids get scared when I step on the mat
You think your ruffled neck ass
Gonna rap to that? I
Got a best selling book about me coming back
I'm switching up my style like
The Beatles with my pieces
Each is such a wonder with
A plethora of features
You're pathetically predictable
You think your new book might include a
Trisyllabic meter and some
Ghetto Muppet creatures
The Bard is in the building, it's a castle
I'm a boss, I bet I'm Parliament, I'm
Positive, I'm killing it, i'm iller
Than the plague I never caught or cholera
A baller baller on some
Cricket bowler business
While you're sitting in the bleachers
You rap fast, you do, yes, you rap fast
It's true now let's see how you rap
Versus Things 1 and 2!
Oh, no, we'll smash your Globe
Yo, you may have wrote the script
But now we running the show
You can take your fancy words and send
'em back home to your mama
Break our foot off in your
Ass with our feetie pajamas
Man, we'll cook you up and eat you
With some ham and green eggs
We'll break off'a your legs, make no mistake
We in a rage all does not end well when
We bust out our cage
You gettin' upstaged Bill, yo
You just got played!
Who won? Who's next? You decide e
Pic Rap Battles of History
William Shakespeare, begin
Come bite my thumb
I hope you know the stakes
I'll put a slug between
Your shoulder blades then
Ask what light through yonder poser breaks?
I hath been iambic on that ass, ye bastard
My rhymes are classic
Your crap is drafted by a
Kindergartener high on acid ye hoebag
You're an old white Soulja Boy
Who has no swag
And no gonads, egads, it's so sad
And to top it off, you're not a doctor
I've never seen a softer author
You crook, you
I bet you wrote The Twilight books too
I would not could not on a boat read
Any of the boring ass plays you wrote
Even Horton doesn't want to
Hear you and Cindy
Lou Who is afraid to go near you
You bore people to death
You leave a classroom looking like
The end of MacBeth
I entertain a child of any age
You gotta translate what you said
On the opposite page
How you gonna battle with the
Cat in The Hat? Little
Kids get scared when I step on the mat
You think your ruffled neck ass
Gonna rap to that? I
Got a best selling book about me coming back
I'm switching up my style like
The Beatles with my pieces
Each is such a wonder with
A plethora of features
You're pathetically predictable
You think your new book might include a
Trisyllabic meter and some
Ghetto Muppet creatures
The Bard is in the building, it's a castle
I'm a boss, I bet I'm Parliament, I'm
Positive, I'm killing it, i'm iller
Than the plague I never caught or cholera
A baller baller on some
Cricket bowler business
While you're sitting in the bleachers
You rap fast, you do, yes, you rap fast
It's true now let's see how you rap
Versus Things 1 and 2!
Oh, no, we'll smash your Globe
Yo, you may have wrote the script
But now we running the show
You can take your fancy words and send
'em back home to your mama
Break our foot off in your
Ass with our feetie pajamas
Man, we'll cook you up and eat you
With some ham and green eggs
We'll break off'a your legs, make no mistake
We in a rage all does not end well when
We bust out our cage
You gettin' upstaged Bill, yo
You just got played!
Who won? Who's next? You decide e
Pic Rap Battles of History