
Billy Mays vs Ben Franklin Epic Rap Battles of History (Ft. Colin J Sweeney, EpicLLOYD & Nice Peter)
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EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
BEN FRANKLIN!
VS!
BILLY MAYS!
BEGIN!
[Benjamin Franklin]
I'm big Ben Franklin and this shan't be pretty
Let me instruct you how we battle in the city of Philly
You couldn't sell Rick James a bag of crack, you're out of practice
My victory's more certain than death or taxes
Fact is you're a hack, wack QVC joke
You peddle soap that cleans bird shit from my windows
I'll craft a lyrical coffin and then spit the nails in
Call me Arthur Miller son, cause it's death of a salesman
[Billy Mays]
Hi Billy Mays here with a special TV offer
Watch me crush this bald fat foppish founding father
I'll take my awesome auger and sow your quaker oats
I'll shoot your rhymes down like a regiment of red coats
I'm lord of the pitch and leader in home sales
You're just a lumpy pumpkin who invented the mail
Benny's got kite'n key but you're in for a shock
When I strike you with bolts from my lightning rod cock
BEN FRANKLIN!
VS!
BILLY MAYS!
BEGIN!
[Benjamin Franklin]
I'm big Ben Franklin and this shan't be pretty
Let me instruct you how we battle in the city of Philly
You couldn't sell Rick James a bag of crack, you're out of practice
My victory's more certain than death or taxes
Fact is you're a hack, wack QVC joke
You peddle soap that cleans bird shit from my windows
I'll craft a lyrical coffin and then spit the nails in
Call me Arthur Miller son, cause it's death of a salesman
[Billy Mays]
Hi Billy Mays here with a special TV offer
Watch me crush this bald fat foppish founding father
I'll take my awesome auger and sow your quaker oats
I'll shoot your rhymes down like a regiment of red coats
I'm lord of the pitch and leader in home sales
You're just a lumpy pumpkin who invented the mail
Benny's got kite'n key but you're in for a shock
When I strike you with bolts from my lightning rod cock
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