[Intro]
EPIC RAP BATTLE PARODIES
GORDON RAMSAY
VS
SIMON COWELL
BEGIN
[Verse 1: Simon Cowell]
Time to spit rhymes so fiery, you'll be letting out a howl
Cause this pissy chef is about to get some one-on-one time with Simon Cowell
You can't cook shit, even if it's literally a big steaming pile of turds
You're from Shakespeare's hometown, but you're terrible with words
I'm rich and influential, you can't buy me, calm your racket
Why are you yelling at chefs when you couldn't even win a black jacket?
I fucking hate you and all your shows because it's just an act, your
Rhymes suck, but I got what it takes, I guess you could say I have the X Factor
[Verse 2: Gordon Ramsay]
JP, open Hell's Kitchen, it's time to smash in this asshole's jaw
What the fuck are you doing, Syco? Your rhymes are fucking raw
Oh, I've seen your shows, you're not a judge, you're a first-class whiner
Get your act together, dick-face, this isn't a fucking fast food diner
I've written tons of books and been on shit-tons of shows
Red or black? Pfft, it's not like I'd expect you to fucking know
You married a make-up artist? What the fuck is wrong with your face?
Evidently, Britain's got talent, just not in your case
EPIC RAP BATTLE PARODIES
GORDON RAMSAY
VS
SIMON COWELL
BEGIN
[Verse 1: Simon Cowell]
Time to spit rhymes so fiery, you'll be letting out a howl
Cause this pissy chef is about to get some one-on-one time with Simon Cowell
You can't cook shit, even if it's literally a big steaming pile of turds
You're from Shakespeare's hometown, but you're terrible with words
I'm rich and influential, you can't buy me, calm your racket
Why are you yelling at chefs when you couldn't even win a black jacket?
I fucking hate you and all your shows because it's just an act, your
Rhymes suck, but I got what it takes, I guess you could say I have the X Factor
[Verse 2: Gordon Ramsay]
JP, open Hell's Kitchen, it's time to smash in this asshole's jaw
What the fuck are you doing, Syco? Your rhymes are fucking raw
Oh, I've seen your shows, you're not a judge, you're a first-class whiner
Get your act together, dick-face, this isn't a fucking fast food diner
I've written tons of books and been on shit-tons of shows
Red or black? Pfft, it's not like I'd expect you to fucking know
You married a make-up artist? What the fuck is wrong with your face?
Evidently, Britain's got talent, just not in your case
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