Epic Rap battles of diplomacy: Aph England vs Aph France by Me i Guess Lyrics
By George, I’ve never
Seen a greener match
So stiff
Oh well, this is out of the way
But of a card
If You think i’ll have a fast-ish brash
Rash, it’s rubbish
What yu(you) call trash
Yet this nicked clash
Has been rehashed
Like a pile of ash
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It’s the norm and i won’t storm
The call of war, a course
We’ve sailed before
And when i’m right
In front of you
What the hell is a carrefour?
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I may be angry
But it’s YOU
Who’s out the
Car door
And i believe
You’re no man nor a war horse
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Well, you’ve beached some wales
With an inner mouth like a harpoon
I’m serious mallarde
It’s going to be night soon
You’ve put the quatre
Before the white horse
You can’t see i’m superior
Read something besides Harry Potter
I’ve seen the outside
You should catch the interior
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I could put you to sleep
With your Kitchen Nightmares
But since you’ve put yourself
In the trash, i’ll keep you there
Say i whine all you want
But that’s a whole other parlor
If this fight isn’t real
I’m a prince, you’re a Pas Peau
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————————————————— How you claim the other hand
Is all French to me
If i could draw your female counterpart
Then i’d name her Demandy
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That statement was as wrong
As the “her” You Rote Macaron
I’m as unneeded
As the Manchet you stand on
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How i’m fooled again is a mystery
You’re in ownership of nothing
In regards to your little sister
If you want to put it that way
Then we’ll make it a bygone
We aren’t drawn with our own pens
We Both Predated”Hon”
Seen a greener match
So stiff
Oh well, this is out of the way
But of a card
If You think i’ll have a fast-ish brash
Rash, it’s rubbish
What yu(you) call trash
Yet this nicked clash
Has been rehashed
Like a pile of ash
—————————————————
It’s the norm and i won’t storm
The call of war, a course
We’ve sailed before
And when i’m right
In front of you
What the hell is a carrefour?
————————
I may be angry
But it’s YOU
Who’s out the
Car door
And i believe
You’re no man nor a war horse
---------------------------
Well, you’ve beached some wales
With an inner mouth like a harpoon
I’m serious mallarde
It’s going to be night soon
You’ve put the quatre
Before the white horse
You can’t see i’m superior
Read something besides Harry Potter
I’ve seen the outside
You should catch the interior
————————————————————————
I could put you to sleep
With your Kitchen Nightmares
But since you’ve put yourself
In the trash, i’ll keep you there
Say i whine all you want
But that’s a whole other parlor
If this fight isn’t real
I’m a prince, you’re a Pas Peau
---------------------
————————————————— How you claim the other hand
Is all French to me
If i could draw your female counterpart
Then i’d name her Demandy
------------------------------------------
That statement was as wrong
As the “her” You Rote Macaron
I’m as unneeded
As the Manchet you stand on
----------------------------
How i’m fooled again is a mystery
You’re in ownership of nothing
In regards to your little sister
If you want to put it that way
Then we’ll make it a bygone
We aren’t drawn with our own pens
We Both Predated”Hon”