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Текст песни Benjamin Franklin Vs. Billy Mays & Sham Wo Guy

Benjamin Franklin

I'm big Ben Franklin,
and this shant 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,
whack 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 redcoats.
I'm lord of the pitch,
and leader of home sales.
Your just a lumpy pumpkin who invented the mail.
Benny's got kite'n key, but he's in for a shock.
When I strike you with bolts, from my lightning rod cock.

Franklin

Stop!
I protest these intolerable raps.
It takes just one easy payment for me to whoop your ass.
Because I'm mint,
I'm money!
I'm an educated gentleman.
So join or die, Bill.
Cause it's all about the Benjamin.

Mays

But wait, there's more...

Announcer

Is there anyone who can finish this battle?
Anyone?
Anyone?

Sham Wow Guy

I can.
You following me camera guy?
Cause it's about to get furious.
Your gonna love my nuts,
until your bi-focal-curious.
Your boy, George, chopped down trees.
You couldn't break a piece of balsa.
Slap chop your face,
make a double chin salsa.
Your style's so broke, they call you Poor Richard.
It's bad enough I gotta see you every time
I tip a stripper.
Vince against a founding father,
Is just too bad.
Cause after this, America is gonna lose a dad.