I miss the days when I had a life
Battle[]
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Announcer (0:10-0:21):[]
S.L. Jackson:[]
(Starts at 0:22)
Who's next on my list? Oh, it's Old Hickory?
The sore loser that "lost through political trickery,"
I mean your life is as funny as my comedy, A.J.,
Your rhymes are like your parrot: profane!
A. Jackson:[]
(Starts at 0:32)
Now let me stop you there, Mr. Capital One,
I wrote the book on badasses, so I've already won!
This battle's one for the history books, it is written,
That I rap as hard as your inquisitive bitching!
It's Pulp Fiction, you only got famous because of Jungle Fever,
I'm a one man Secret Service, you're grabbing Yoda's wiener!
I'm shooting your rhymes down, Leroy, you better surrender,
Let's face it, this Jackson, man, is less than slender!
S.L. Jackson:[]
(Starts at 0:43)
Coming from the Miley Cyrus of presidents,
You shot down your whole army! Ever heard of common sense?
I have the firepower of Eight, get ready to Die Hard!
Like the chances of winning against a movie superstar!
Don't forget to set your clocks back 300 years,
You led to Democratic shame and populist tears!
You just got famous because of that New Orleans havoc,
So why don't you suck my Little Magician and end this Panic!
A. Jackson:[]
(Starts at 0:54)
I killed men in duels, why should I be afraid
Of this sellout who looks like he never gets laid?
Face it Sam Jackson, this wasn't meant to be, don't get triggered,
Like this your case of depression, you fucking--
Michael Jackson:[]
(Starts at 1:04)
Whoa whoa whoa, I'm stepping in to help Samuel Jackson,
But like those Hermitage slaves, you don't have a chance, son!
Black or White, I can whoop your fat ass,
Exposing your Red Stick to Indians? Bitch, have some class!
You may have led wars, but I've led a whole genre!
You're the worst thing in politics since the Iran contra!
Don't expect me stopping, I won't leave without you defeated,
Oh, what's this? Old Hickory's been chopped and not needed!
Announcer:[]
WHO WON?
WHO'S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE
