Dr Seuss vs William Shakespeare Epic Rap Battles of History (Ft. EpicLLOYD, Michael "Mickey" Meyer, Nice Peter & Watsky)
[Intro]
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
DR SEUSS
VS
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
BEGIN!
[Verse 1: William Shakespeare]
Come bite my thumb, I hope you know the stakes
I'll put a slug between your shoulder blades then ask what light through yonder poser breaks?
I hath been iambic on that ass, ye bastard
My rhymes are classic, your crap is drafted by a kindergart'ner high on acid
Ye hoebag, you're an old white Soulja Boy who has no swag
And no gonads, egads, it's so sad
And to top it off, you're not a doctor, I've never seen a softer author
You crook, you, I bet you wrote The Twilight books too
[Verse 2: The Cat In The Hat]
I would not could not on a boat read any of the boring ass plays you wrote
Even Horton doesn't want to hear you and Cindy Lou Who is afraid to go near you
You bore people to death, you leave a classroom looking like the end of MacBeth
I entertain a child of any age, you gotta translate what you said on the opposite page
How you gonna battle with the Cat in The Hat? Little kids get scared when I step on the mat
You think your ruffled neck ass gonna rap to that? I got a best selling book about me coming back
[Verse 3: William Shakespeare]
I'm switching up my style like the Beatles with my pieces, each is such a wonder with a plethora of features
You're pathetically predictable, you think your new book might include a trisyllabic meter and some ghetto Muppet creatures
The Bard is in the building, it's a castle, I'm a boss, I bet I'm Parliament, I'm positive, I'm killing it, I'm iller
Than the plague I never caught or cholera, a baller baller on some cricket bowler business while you're sitting in the bleachers
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
DR SEUSS
VS
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
BEGIN!
[Verse 1: William Shakespeare]
Come bite my thumb, I hope you know the stakes
I'll put a slug between your shoulder blades then ask what light through yonder poser breaks?
I hath been iambic on that ass, ye bastard
My rhymes are classic, your crap is drafted by a kindergart'ner high on acid
Ye hoebag, you're an old white Soulja Boy who has no swag
And no gonads, egads, it's so sad
And to top it off, you're not a doctor, I've never seen a softer author
You crook, you, I bet you wrote The Twilight books too
[Verse 2: The Cat In The Hat]
I would not could not on a boat read any of the boring ass plays you wrote
Even Horton doesn't want to hear you and Cindy Lou Who is afraid to go near you
You bore people to death, you leave a classroom looking like the end of MacBeth
I entertain a child of any age, you gotta translate what you said on the opposite page
How you gonna battle with the Cat in The Hat? Little kids get scared when I step on the mat
You think your ruffled neck ass gonna rap to that? I got a best selling book about me coming back
[Verse 3: William Shakespeare]
I'm switching up my style like the Beatles with my pieces, each is such a wonder with a plethora of features
You're pathetically predictable, you think your new book might include a trisyllabic meter and some ghetto Muppet creatures
The Bard is in the building, it's a castle, I'm a boss, I bet I'm Parliament, I'm positive, I'm killing it, I'm iller
Than the plague I never caught or cholera, a baller baller on some cricket bowler business while you're sitting in the bleachers
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