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 motherfuckers with claws
How can you talk more shit, with my fist in yo jaw?
Don't need words to serve ya, I'mma just say WAAAT-AWWW!
Your movies, they bore us, they're slow as a tortoise
I'm the king of nunchucks, I fucked 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 ass 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
Fuck 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 fucking chair!
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 motherfuckers with claws
How can you talk more shit, with my fist in yo jaw?
Don't need words to serve ya, I'mma just say WAAAT-AWWW!
Your movies, they bore us, they're slow as a tortoise
I'm the king of nunchucks, I fucked 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 ass 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
Fuck 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 fucking chair!
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