[Intro Fleance] What up, its your boy here, Fleance, representing the real Scottish Hip Hop. Were here for the rap battle between Macbeth and MacDuff. Macbeth gonna go first. So alright. You got 60. Macbeth, go ahead and get it [Round 1 Macbeth] Let me clear up one thing up before you ask me Yeah, Cousin Yes I cut up your family You can take it on the chin and wait patiently Flea to England to beg his majesty for amnesty Or crew with your boy Malcolm And try to scare up some bravery Or do your best to battle me Cousin, its the same to me Kindnesss curdled cream isnt taming me I was made to be king And my reign aint a game to me So let me tell it to you The way it was explained to me See, the serpents on my team Gave your family the third degree And left all your pretty ones strewn around the nursery Your son was wishing it was make believe The way they made him scream Mommy crying mercy, mercy, mercy And sure, the murderers heard her plea But, Cuz, you gotta understand me Its nothing personal, Im just not about your legacy And to be true You could have brought your whole crew I still would have run through you With just two dudes in black suits I give em two cues to leave your set unglued How I end family feud is leave your roots chewed And the surviving few bruised with new tattoos After the snafus through Therell be worms waiting queues dreaming food You know what I heard, son? Its cuz you cant get wood That you brought Birnam With your ten thousand lambs Im yearning to serve em But they look concerned Cuz though you came to battle You just babble And while Im rippin up the rubble Youre busy sucking Malcolms nipple Leave your hitmen crippled Lying slit through the middle With caesarian trauma... Remember momma? But you cant crawl up in the cradle Cuz Ill stomp your facial Just to show ya soldiers that Im fatal Some more womb time might have made a man of ya Instead of stranding ya family You might have took and stand And defended your manhood commandingly Claiming Scotland like youre righteous! Ripped from your mothers guts Untimely, but its time we Got through discussing niceties And got to bars and cuts Cuz, Cousin, I let the chips fall And all I gotta do is make one call To leave you hanging like Banquos entrails Trailing round the banquet hall See, his ghost interrupted me So I didnt toast your health before So, a toast, Cousin! I say lets get close and do what we came for... [Draws.]
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