ERB 44

George Washington:

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 (huh!)

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 DC

(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?

 

 

 

William Wallace:

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,

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

But I still find time to bust a Gaelic rhyme

that'll whip your Yankee Doodle arse on the mic

I'll knock your face off your moola

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

Founding father but no children

Crossed the Delaware but your soldiers can't swim

That's Washington, such a shite tactician

The fuckin' British Army didn't even want him!

I'm Wallace and I'm flawless

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!

 

 

 

George 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 is

Your 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 in at the ball!

McGlaven, McGliven, McSchool you all

Cockblock more Scots than Hadrian's Wall

 

 

 

 

William Wallace:

I don't give a shite 'bout your fancy clothes

You whipped all those out of slave black folks

Grew 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 shabby

You're the father of your country, but I'm your daddy!