[Intro]
EPIC RAP BATLES OF HISTORY!
HANK HILL
VS
LEATHERFACE
BEGIN!
[Verse 1: Hank Hill]
Bobby? Is this one of your friends that you brought around?
Should I treat him like Dale? I'll run up and go to saw him down?
Is he movin' in? I won't let him come rock the town
I'll leave you like Bill, you won't be able to walk 'em down
You'll topple down, making noises worse than Bobby's locker sounds
With reboots more embarrassing than when that boy played soccer rounds
And right now I'm cooking a verse more well done than a prime rib
So back off inbred baby, I'm the Mac Daddy of Heimlich
I sell propane accessories and propane
Movie made on cocaine with profanе and gross pain
Is he insane? His mask is showin' that it's evidеnt
Decapitation's the only way that this loser's gettin' head
I'll hit you in your face; disfigure you some more
And leave more than an uncooked pig at your front door
I bet his throat is sore from all the screaming that he goes through
Poor little Bubba got abused and all his family withdrew
[Verse 2: Leatherface]
Now that the Hill has been climbed, I can finally taste
This gas spittin' hick's internals suck 'em down like a shoelace
Wanna know why the cops will never figure out the case?
CAUSE I'M THE FUCKING LEATHERFACE, FUCKING LEATHERFACE, FUCKING LEATHERFACE
There's a chainsaw aimed for you in this bloody chase
You best be runnin' for your life if you want to win the race
Slab this meat right on my hook, bash him 'til his fuckin' brain's reeled
Then he'll be begging for his death like Ms. Wakefield
My family? Dude, doesn't daddy fuckin' hate you?
And mommy chose to run away and let that man berate you
Now you find your son difficult to relate to
Took the whole fuckin' finale just to find a way to
TCM's finest emcee
Leave you more fucked than PTSD
You'll collapse onto the ground, left for dead like Big Jim
I can tell this Hill no longer has eyes in 'em
EPIC RAP BATLES OF HISTORY!
HANK HILL
VS
LEATHERFACE
BEGIN!
[Verse 1: Hank Hill]
Bobby? Is this one of your friends that you brought around?
Should I treat him like Dale? I'll run up and go to saw him down?
Is he movin' in? I won't let him come rock the town
I'll leave you like Bill, you won't be able to walk 'em down
You'll topple down, making noises worse than Bobby's locker sounds
With reboots more embarrassing than when that boy played soccer rounds
And right now I'm cooking a verse more well done than a prime rib
So back off inbred baby, I'm the Mac Daddy of Heimlich
I sell propane accessories and propane
Movie made on cocaine with profanе and gross pain
Is he insane? His mask is showin' that it's evidеnt
Decapitation's the only way that this loser's gettin' head
I'll hit you in your face; disfigure you some more
And leave more than an uncooked pig at your front door
I bet his throat is sore from all the screaming that he goes through
Poor little Bubba got abused and all his family withdrew
[Verse 2: Leatherface]
Now that the Hill has been climbed, I can finally taste
This gas spittin' hick's internals suck 'em down like a shoelace
Wanna know why the cops will never figure out the case?
CAUSE I'M THE FUCKING LEATHERFACE, FUCKING LEATHERFACE, FUCKING LEATHERFACE
There's a chainsaw aimed for you in this bloody chase
You best be runnin' for your life if you want to win the race
Slab this meat right on my hook, bash him 'til his fuckin' brain's reeled
Then he'll be begging for his death like Ms. Wakefield
My family? Dude, doesn't daddy fuckin' hate you?
And mommy chose to run away and let that man berate you
Now you find your son difficult to relate to
Took the whole fuckin' finale just to find a way to
TCM's finest emcee
Leave you more fucked than PTSD
You'll collapse onto the ground, left for dead like Big Jim
I can tell this Hill no longer has eyes in 'em
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