Romeo and Juliet vs Bonnie and Clyde Songtext
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Romeo and Juliet vs Bonnie and Clyde Songtext
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
ROMEO & JULIET!
VERSUS!
BONNIE & CLYDE!
BEGIN!
I'll handle this darling, I'm known to fire off some BAR's
Cause if these lovers cross me, they're gonna end up seeing stars
I mean I'll let you go first, but damn sure I'm gettin' licks in
On this hissy fittin' rich kid and this prepubescent vixen
I'm sick of them
Let's beat 'em then and we can rob 'em blind
I'll stick this punk up from the front
I'll take this broad from behind
And pop a cap in the ass of the last Capulet heiress
Give Miss No Nights In Paris a reason to cry to her parents
Oh! Romeo, O Romeo, wherefore you tryin' to flow yo?
Mofo, you soft as a fro-yo
Are those the drapes or your clothes, bro? (oooh)
There's gonna be a tragedy
Make you ache like your balls on the balcony
Barrow Gang put their money where their mouth is
Spit sick like a plague on both your houses
My love, your face is beauty to behold
I will protect thine honor from these dust bowl dildos
A moment's break from your gaze is an eternity past
So together we shall both put these bitches on blast
En guard thou artless beetle headed flax wench
The only insult you have thrust upon me is thine stench
Why don't you twist upon these nuts? I hear you're good with a wrench
The dismal state of your raps should be a federal offense
And you there, wench with the neck of a chicken
You'll get an ass rippin' worse than your boyfriends in prison
You're not a true romance, you're just a conjugal visit
Oh, but that's not even your real husband now is it?
Hey partner you best put a muzzle on your missus
'Fore I teach her how we handle disrespect down in Texas
Do you quarrel sir? Ho, shall I draw my long sword
Or will you duck your chicken shit ass back into your Ford?
How could you beat my man in some mano a mano?
You can't protect your best friend from some John Leguizamo
No no, my Romeo will beat your beau in a contest blow for blow
He will do upon thine dick what you hath done upon your toe
(gunshot)
Oh! I am killed, what irony is this?
The lead role shot down by a failed actress
Then I shall kill myself on my stomach I shall lie
So you louts can lick my ass, thus with a diss, I die
Oops, nevermind, my flesh was merely grazed Where's Romeo?
Oh Nomeo! There's poison on your face
Oh happy dagger, pierce me true, persuade my breath to stop
Sheath yourself inside my heart and like the beat I drop
Well that was tragic
That did not go as expected
Woulda done that boy some good to just wait a couple seconds
It's kinda sad though really, so young to have just died
Well at least we got each other, just Bonnie and- (gunshots)
Who won?
Who's next?
You decide
Epic Rap... BATTLES OF HISTORY!
ROMEO & JULIET!
VERSUS!
BONNIE & CLYDE!
BEGIN!
I'll handle this darling, I'm known to fire off some BAR's
Cause if these lovers cross me, they're gonna end up seeing stars
I mean I'll let you go first, but damn sure I'm gettin' licks in
On this hissy fittin' rich kid and this prepubescent vixen
I'm sick of them
Let's beat 'em then and we can rob 'em blind
I'll stick this punk up from the front
I'll take this broad from behind
And pop a cap in the ass of the last Capulet heiress
Give Miss No Nights In Paris a reason to cry to her parents
Oh! Romeo, O Romeo, wherefore you tryin' to flow yo?
Mofo, you soft as a fro-yo
Are those the drapes or your clothes, bro? (oooh)
There's gonna be a tragedy
Make you ache like your balls on the balcony
Barrow Gang put their money where their mouth is
Spit sick like a plague on both your houses
My love, your face is beauty to behold
I will protect thine honor from these dust bowl dildos
A moment's break from your gaze is an eternity past
So together we shall both put these bitches on blast
En guard thou artless beetle headed flax wench
The only insult you have thrust upon me is thine stench
Why don't you twist upon these nuts? I hear you're good with a wrench
The dismal state of your raps should be a federal offense
And you there, wench with the neck of a chicken
You'll get an ass rippin' worse than your boyfriends in prison
You're not a true romance, you're just a conjugal visit
Oh, but that's not even your real husband now is it?
Hey partner you best put a muzzle on your missus
'Fore I teach her how we handle disrespect down in Texas
Do you quarrel sir? Ho, shall I draw my long sword
Or will you duck your chicken shit ass back into your Ford?
How could you beat my man in some mano a mano?
You can't protect your best friend from some John Leguizamo
No no, my Romeo will beat your beau in a contest blow for blow
He will do upon thine dick what you hath done upon your toe
(gunshot)
Oh! I am killed, what irony is this?
The lead role shot down by a failed actress
Then I shall kill myself on my stomach I shall lie
So you louts can lick my ass, thus with a diss, I die
Oops, nevermind, my flesh was merely grazed Where's Romeo?
Oh Nomeo! There's poison on your face
Oh happy dagger, pierce me true, persuade my breath to stop
Sheath yourself inside my heart and like the beat I drop
Well that was tragic
That did not go as expected
Woulda done that boy some good to just wait a couple seconds
It's kinda sad though really, so young to have just died
Well at least we got each other, just Bonnie and- (gunshots)
Who won?
Who's next?
You decide
Epic Rap... BATTLES OF HISTORY!
Writer(s): Lloyd Leonard Ahlquist, Dante Michael Cimadamore, Peter Shukoff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
