Gridline Studios, Zawesome, LittleFlecks - Bernie Sanders vs Colonel Sanders lyrics
[Gridline Studios, Zawesome, LittleFlecks - Bernie Sanders vs Colonel Sanders lyrics]
Gridline Rap Battles colonel Sanders
Vs bernie Sanderrrrrrs
Begin!
They call me the Colonel
'cause I pop on the flame
While you kept getting burned
So you dropped off your game
'Cause you weren't universal
Now ain't that quite a shame?
What can I say? Seems like
You can't run a track, or a race
I'm the motherfuckin' face
Godfather of the fried dish
You're stick in second place
Couldn't primary as a side dish
I saw the road you paved
With MLK on the streets but nowadays
Thе only time you feel the
Bern's whеn you pee
You really wanna toe-to-toe? You couldn't
Even sleep on Joe like Clinton
I'll leave you choked open up
And eat this bone
Send you to your three homes rally up
I'll show a bird
You look like if Larry David's face
Was stomped on a curb
I got Mario Lopez, 'cause my caw is smoking
You'd only be the same taking
Tokes with Joe Rogan (uh)
Your tax the rich plans
Weren't breaking through
So you had to get some help from
Cardi B on making money move
You got so much bread
But there's no skin on this chicken
It would only take a finger
To give you a lickin'
Medicare for all is one
Of my highest priorities
So people don't go bankrupt when
You clog their fucking arteries pardon me
I can't even listen to you start a rap (ugh)
It's so cheesy that I'm
Feelin' another heart attack
Yeah, I'll stay sittin' with my mittens
To keep my hands warm
'Cause this chicken shit's got no heat
And I won't stand for it
After you eat my words
Do you want a receipt?
I am once again asking for
You to drop the beat (ah)
When I'm invited to climb the stand
And fly my hands up, nod my head
I'm met with cries of united men
Who are fighting v the 1%
Who are trying to buy out
Their rights and then
Have them sign over their lives with pen
Your franchise is stacking you piles of cash
When the guys you rely on to fry
Your crap make a dime and cent
What would a failed lawyer know
Of injustice in the system
When he battered his own clients like
They were drumsticks of chicken?
Became a ferry driver, and then, in time
He resigned at that
Tried to be a fireman 'til he got fired, man
Your entire life's a giant
Box meal of failures, too
Famous for a secret recipe
That they don't use
You wanna talk about personal life?
You couldn't even organize a union
With your first wife
Try my chicken box, Bernard, take a rest
At least you'll die knowin' what it's
Like to feel a breast
Quit the Colonel Slander my
You must be high to try this
Someone must've supplied you with the wrong
Kinds of herbs and spices
I may have gained my wings
But my legacy's not forgotten
Your whole life
You've been in the 1% at the bottom
Yes! You kicked the 8-piece bucket
Then they took your face and changed it
They treat your image like your chickens
Caged to make them payments
Reduced to Super Bowl adverts
And dating simulators
The only thing they watered down more
Than you is your gravy
You've been in the shadow of
Yellow arches ever since
Even required a MacDonald to
Keep you relevant
So keep your shirt and string tie on
Kentucky Fried Conan
Those muscles must be for show
Because we know that you're boneless
Who won? Who's next?
You decide gridliiiiiine Rap Battllllllllles
Vs bernie Sanderrrrrrs
Begin!
They call me the Colonel
'cause I pop on the flame
While you kept getting burned
So you dropped off your game
'Cause you weren't universal
Now ain't that quite a shame?
What can I say? Seems like
You can't run a track, or a race
I'm the motherfuckin' face
Godfather of the fried dish
You're stick in second place
Couldn't primary as a side dish
I saw the road you paved
With MLK on the streets but nowadays
Thе only time you feel the
Bern's whеn you pee
You really wanna toe-to-toe? You couldn't
Even sleep on Joe like Clinton
I'll leave you choked open up
And eat this bone
Send you to your three homes rally up
I'll show a bird
You look like if Larry David's face
Was stomped on a curb
I got Mario Lopez, 'cause my caw is smoking
You'd only be the same taking
Tokes with Joe Rogan (uh)
Your tax the rich plans
Weren't breaking through
So you had to get some help from
Cardi B on making money move
You got so much bread
But there's no skin on this chicken
It would only take a finger
To give you a lickin'
Medicare for all is one
Of my highest priorities
So people don't go bankrupt when
You clog their fucking arteries pardon me
I can't even listen to you start a rap (ugh)
It's so cheesy that I'm
Feelin' another heart attack
Yeah, I'll stay sittin' with my mittens
To keep my hands warm
'Cause this chicken shit's got no heat
And I won't stand for it
After you eat my words
Do you want a receipt?
I am once again asking for
You to drop the beat (ah)
When I'm invited to climb the stand
And fly my hands up, nod my head
I'm met with cries of united men
Who are fighting v the 1%
Who are trying to buy out
Their rights and then
Have them sign over their lives with pen
Your franchise is stacking you piles of cash
When the guys you rely on to fry
Your crap make a dime and cent
What would a failed lawyer know
Of injustice in the system
When he battered his own clients like
They were drumsticks of chicken?
Became a ferry driver, and then, in time
He resigned at that
Tried to be a fireman 'til he got fired, man
Your entire life's a giant
Box meal of failures, too
Famous for a secret recipe
That they don't use
You wanna talk about personal life?
You couldn't even organize a union
With your first wife
Try my chicken box, Bernard, take a rest
At least you'll die knowin' what it's
Like to feel a breast
Quit the Colonel Slander my
You must be high to try this
Someone must've supplied you with the wrong
Kinds of herbs and spices
I may have gained my wings
But my legacy's not forgotten
Your whole life
You've been in the 1% at the bottom
Yes! You kicked the 8-piece bucket
Then they took your face and changed it
They treat your image like your chickens
Caged to make them payments
Reduced to Super Bowl adverts
And dating simulators
The only thing they watered down more
Than you is your gravy
You've been in the shadow of
Yellow arches ever since
Even required a MacDonald to
Keep you relevant
So keep your shirt and string tie on
Kentucky Fried Conan
Those muscles must be for show
Because we know that you're boneless
Who won? Who's next?
You decide gridliiiiiine Rap Battllllllllles