George Washington vs. William Wallace Songtext

You got you got drawn and quartered
Tortured 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 G
A 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!) Sleeping, cut your throat!
(Stroke!) Watch that blood flow, now who's got that Red Coat?

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
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 (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 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 at the ball!
McGlaven, McGliven, McSchool you all
Cockblock more Scots than Hadrian's Wall

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!

WHO WON?
WHO'S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE!
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