[Round 1: Dizaster]
Всем привет
1, 2, 3, 4, 5… God fuckin' damn!
You got a humongous fam'
That ain't no support group, that's the fuckin' clan
Most Americans puzzled
How we're making a fuss over a single Russian man
But me on the other hand
I'm someone who studied culture, so I understand
Why he has a ton of fans
'Cause if you see how Soviet Union used to be structured
And how they broke it up into a dozen lands
You will know it's only right someone from Russia would come with a bunch of Stans
God fuckin' damn! There's so many of y'all I can't count
At first I was surprised 'cause y'all were so synchronized when you came out
Then I realized the obvious, y'all Communists
So you're probably all living in the same house
But it's false confidence
Everybody in this country knew I was gonna beat him
Even his own parents did when he went to see them
They gave him one last goodbye
They hugged him tight and they squeezed him
Then his dad looked over at his mum and said:
"You know, this is probably last time we're going to see him."
His fans gassed him up
And put a battery in his back and started gassing up his engine
Tryin' to play me like I'm the innocent victim
They said that Russians are sophisticated with all their intricate systems
That if I try, I would fail miserably against them
Are you fucking kidding me?!
Look at me, do I look like Hillary Clinton?
Listen, bro, I got the spirit of Lincoln
The spirit of John F. Kennedy before they killed him
But don't get the shit twisted
I'm still a bigger dick than Richard Nixon
Swinging my dick while I'm bumping Hulk Hogan's intro music as I'm walking into the Kremlin
But I ain't try to use this to start the World War II again
We're way too advanced from that
We can use battle rap to diplomatically speak to these hooligans
'Cause I'm actually cool with them
Yo, this is gonna be like Holy Communion for the Soviet Union
No, nah we're not gonna feud, we're cool
I'm just tryin' to do this interview with him
I heard Russia has 7000 nukes… what you plan to do with them?
Don't get me wrong, I'm tryin' to be Putin's friend
'Cause I know if I ever had a chance to run for president, he gets to choose who wins
But if you think I'ma stand up here and sell out my country for you
You must be stupid then
USA's still number one, we're singing the same old tune
Even though we ain't got proper leadership, the people are strong together so the show must resume
So I'm saying this right now, while the Canadians and the Russians are both in the room:
Y'all hear that? No, no, listen… You hear that? *silence*
That's the sound of our country waiting for your country to get to the Moon
In the next ten years, we'll start colonies on Mars prob'ly
And y'all fail time after time, and I know the job's costly
But maybe you're in the wrong hobby
Constantly tryin' to re-emulate the space program and greatness that you cannot copy
So excuse me if I'm a little skeptical when a Russian says he gonna take off on me
Whether offense or recon
Same in battles, just space travels
We've always been the stars that you lean on
We've evolved, our technologies beyond
Y'all people buy E-ons
That's why every time you're in a space shuttle
And something seems to be wrong
You have to pick up the phone and {boop boop boop}
"I have to call up Elon."
I'm a walking phenom, I told this Bosnian/Slavic peon:
We can rock with beats on or go acapella
Since nobody here wants to hear your weak songs
See, in Russia, the hip-hop scene's strong
But that's 'cause your fanbase consists of underage pussies rockin' their fists to the house music, rockin' their mama's jeans on
That's why Oxxxymiron's
Concerts look like little awkward teen proms
Listen, this ain't no block for us to beef on
I'm tryin' to find the clean enough concrete street for me to stomp his teeth on
You can't box with me, Oxxxy, dream on
I don't know what type of hard narcotics you'd be on
But I'm not one for Oxxxy to sleep on
Bars like synthetic heroin soon as the bottle's poppin'
Even Brittany Murphy couldn't comprehend the situation that Oxxxy caught in (Oxycontin)
Yeah, that's Oxycodone
I hit him with the ox and take off with Oxxxy's coat on
Get knocked from the Octogon or the boxing ring
Face me, get washed in cream
So that also mean I'm hittin' Oxiclean/Oxxxy clean
ИСТОРИЧЕСКАЯ ХУЙНЯ! ПОШУМИМ, БЛЯДЬ!
Всем привет
1, 2, 3, 4, 5… God fuckin' damn!
You got a humongous fam'
That ain't no support group, that's the fuckin' clan
Most Americans puzzled
How we're making a fuss over a single Russian man
But me on the other hand
I'm someone who studied culture, so I understand
Why he has a ton of fans
'Cause if you see how Soviet Union used to be structured
And how they broke it up into a dozen lands
You will know it's only right someone from Russia would come with a bunch of Stans
God fuckin' damn! There's so many of y'all I can't count
At first I was surprised 'cause y'all were so synchronized when you came out
Then I realized the obvious, y'all Communists
So you're probably all living in the same house
But it's false confidence
Everybody in this country knew I was gonna beat him
Even his own parents did when he went to see them
They gave him one last goodbye
They hugged him tight and they squeezed him
Then his dad looked over at his mum and said:
"You know, this is probably last time we're going to see him."
His fans gassed him up
And put a battery in his back and started gassing up his engine
Tryin' to play me like I'm the innocent victim
They said that Russians are sophisticated with all their intricate systems
That if I try, I would fail miserably against them
Are you fucking kidding me?!
Look at me, do I look like Hillary Clinton?
Listen, bro, I got the spirit of Lincoln
The spirit of John F. Kennedy before they killed him
But don't get the shit twisted
I'm still a bigger dick than Richard Nixon
Swinging my dick while I'm bumping Hulk Hogan's intro music as I'm walking into the Kremlin
But I ain't try to use this to start the World War II again
We're way too advanced from that
We can use battle rap to diplomatically speak to these hooligans
'Cause I'm actually cool with them
Yo, this is gonna be like Holy Communion for the Soviet Union
No, nah we're not gonna feud, we're cool
I'm just tryin' to do this interview with him
I heard Russia has 7000 nukes… what you plan to do with them?
Don't get me wrong, I'm tryin' to be Putin's friend
'Cause I know if I ever had a chance to run for president, he gets to choose who wins
But if you think I'ma stand up here and sell out my country for you
You must be stupid then
USA's still number one, we're singing the same old tune
Even though we ain't got proper leadership, the people are strong together so the show must resume
So I'm saying this right now, while the Canadians and the Russians are both in the room:
Y'all hear that? No, no, listen… You hear that? *silence*
That's the sound of our country waiting for your country to get to the Moon
In the next ten years, we'll start colonies on Mars prob'ly
And y'all fail time after time, and I know the job's costly
But maybe you're in the wrong hobby
Constantly tryin' to re-emulate the space program and greatness that you cannot copy
So excuse me if I'm a little skeptical when a Russian says he gonna take off on me
Whether offense or recon
Same in battles, just space travels
We've always been the stars that you lean on
We've evolved, our technologies beyond
Y'all people buy E-ons
That's why every time you're in a space shuttle
And something seems to be wrong
You have to pick up the phone and {boop boop boop}
"I have to call up Elon."
I'm a walking phenom, I told this Bosnian/Slavic peon:
We can rock with beats on or go acapella
Since nobody here wants to hear your weak songs
See, in Russia, the hip-hop scene's strong
But that's 'cause your fanbase consists of underage pussies rockin' their fists to the house music, rockin' their mama's jeans on
That's why Oxxxymiron's
Concerts look like little awkward teen proms
Listen, this ain't no block for us to beef on
I'm tryin' to find the clean enough concrete street for me to stomp his teeth on
You can't box with me, Oxxxy, dream on
I don't know what type of hard narcotics you'd be on
But I'm not one for Oxxxy to sleep on
Bars like synthetic heroin soon as the bottle's poppin'
Even Brittany Murphy couldn't comprehend the situation that Oxxxy caught in (Oxycontin)
Yeah, that's Oxycodone
I hit him with the ox and take off with Oxxxy's coat on
Get knocked from the Octogon or the boxing ring
Face me, get washed in cream
So that also mean I'm hittin' Oxiclean/Oxxxy clean
ИСТОРИЧЕСКАЯ ХУЙНЯ! ПОШУМИМ, БЛЯДЬ!
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