EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
CLINT EASTWOOD! VS BRUCE LEE!
BEGIN!
[Verse 1: Bruce Lee:]
I've got the baddest fists of fury that the world ever saw
Defeat whole karate schools and m************ with claws
How can you talk more s***, with my fist in yo jaw?
Don't need words to serve ya, I'mma just say WAA-CHAA!
Your movies, they bore us, they're slow as a tortoise
I'm the king of nunchucks, I f***** up Chuck Norris
I invented Jeet Kune Do, so taste my slipper shoe
Here's my two-finger push up, Kung F U!
[Verse 2: Clint Eastwood]
You scream like a girl and got moves like Jagger
But I'll rip through your a** faster than a Pupu Platter
You're in the gym too much Ringo, perfecting kicks
You should spend more time matching your voice up to your lips
You don't belong in a fight, you belong in a sweatshop
So go ahead, make my iPod
Those little dances you do don't threaten me, Bruce
f*** you dude, I even squint better than you
[Verse 3: Bruce Lee:]
I beat the good and the bad, you must be the ugly
I would mess up yo face, but your mama did it for me
Go tug your pistol for a fistful of yo Million Dollar Babies
You were cool in the 80's, maybe, but now you're just crazy
A man who argues with people who aren't even there
Is more fit to rap against this f****** chair!
[Verse 4: Clint Eastwood]
Do ya feel lucky, punk? That's what I'm askin'
You can't be too tough, you got killed by an Aspirin
And your one-inch punch? Same size as your p*****
Leave the rappin' to me, stick to Chinese Checkers
I'd beat you in round two but that'd be unbelievable
No one in your family ever lives to see a sequel
CLINT EASTWOOD! VS BRUCE LEE!
BEGIN!
[Verse 1: Bruce Lee:]
I've got the baddest fists of fury that the world ever saw
Defeat whole karate schools and m************ with claws
How can you talk more s***, with my fist in yo jaw?
Don't need words to serve ya, I'mma just say WAA-CHAA!
Your movies, they bore us, they're slow as a tortoise
I'm the king of nunchucks, I f***** up Chuck Norris
I invented Jeet Kune Do, so taste my slipper shoe
Here's my two-finger push up, Kung F U!
[Verse 2: Clint Eastwood]
You scream like a girl and got moves like Jagger
But I'll rip through your a** faster than a Pupu Platter
You're in the gym too much Ringo, perfecting kicks
You should spend more time matching your voice up to your lips
You don't belong in a fight, you belong in a sweatshop
So go ahead, make my iPod
Those little dances you do don't threaten me, Bruce
f*** you dude, I even squint better than you
[Verse 3: Bruce Lee:]
I beat the good and the bad, you must be the ugly
I would mess up yo face, but your mama did it for me
Go tug your pistol for a fistful of yo Million Dollar Babies
You were cool in the 80's, maybe, but now you're just crazy
A man who argues with people who aren't even there
Is more fit to rap against this f****** chair!
[Verse 4: Clint Eastwood]
Do ya feel lucky, punk? That's what I'm askin'
You can't be too tough, you got killed by an Aspirin
And your one-inch punch? Same size as your p*****
Leave the rappin' to me, stick to Chinese Checkers
I'd beat you in round two but that'd be unbelievable
No one in your family ever lives to see a sequel