MacBeth Rap

Now this is just a story all about how

A kingdom of evil got flip-turned upside down

And I'd like to take a minute, just sit or stand

I'll tell you how I became the king of a place called Scotland.

 

Thunder and lighting, you know what that means.

this place full of tragic flaws, that nobody has seen.

 

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and caldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake,

In the caldron boil and bake;

Eye of newt, and toe of frog,

Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,

Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,

Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—

For a charm of powerful trouble,

Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and caldron bubble.

Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;

Witches' mummy; maw and gulf

Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;

Root of hemlock digg'd I the dark;

 

once upon a time, very long ago.

3 witches met, for which names we do not know.

They said when war is over, we will bring Macbeth in.

Macbeth has just became a double thane, and it seems forever proud he will remain

at this point i'd like to refrain from the following events that will occur in duns inane.

the party is over and everyone's feeling right, but banquo feels a restless night .

element in his ear and murder on his mind, he relies on his servant to buy himself some time. macbeth and his dagger knew they were gonna win, so he snuck in the room and stuck it to king duncan.

when he was done he told his wife. with blood on his shirt and guilt of taking a life.

Macbeth was a pansy and thought it was hard, so he took the dagger and blamed the guards.

morning soon came, and the news broke out..

the king was murdered without a shout.

 

In that place called Scotland, born and raised

On the battlefield is where I spent most of my days

Chilling out whacking, hanging with bro’s

Shooting some people, also Banquo

 

When a couple of witches, they were up to no good

Started prophesying in my neighborhood

I was filled with ambition, and then constructed a plan of how I would take the crown, from the king of Scotland.

 

The king was at my castle and while he slept

Outside in the darkness with a dagger I crept.

I stabbed at his body, he let out some screams

I realized I had accomplished the greatest of dreams.

 

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and caldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake,

In the caldron boil and bake;

Eye of newt, and toe of frog,

Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,

Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,

Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—

For a charm of powerful trouble,

Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and caldron bubble.

Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;

Witches' mummy; maw and gulf

Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;

Root of hemlock digg'd I the dark;

 

I got some men to kill Banquo, I know pretty sad,

But by this time I wanted to stay King really bad.

I looked at my kingdom,

It was finally at hand,

I sat on my throne as the King of Scotland.