There's a difference between you and me

Willy

I fought till I was actually free

Willy

I got my face on a quarter

you got drawn and quartered

tortured on the orders of a king

really?

how'd you get beat

by a dude named Longshanks

you hot dogged

and he cut off your bean franks

I'm money like a national bank

ain't nobody more street than Big G

stone face with a grill of sheep teeth

a Mel Gibson movie is your legacy

I got a state and a day and a DC

stroke

roll up in a boat

stroke

you're sleeping cut your throat

stroke

I watch the blood flow

now who's got that red coat

Look at ya

in your little blousy outfit

looking like a stiffer white dick

than your monument

I'll knock you the fuck out mate

you died owning slaves

I died setting men free

Scott free

that's the Highland way

this powdered prick

couldn't beat me in a foot race

I was emasculated

eviscerated

I had my head chopped off

and they put it on a pike

and I still find time to bust a Gaelic rhyme

and rip your yankee doodle arse on this mic

I'll knock your face off your moola

alba gu bràth!

gu bràth

hoo-rah

hoo-rah

founding father but no children

crossed the Delaware

but your soldiers can't swim

that's Washington

such a shit tactician

the fucking British Army

didn't even want him

I'm Wallace

and I'm flawless

stay hid in your office

or suffer great losses

I pop my kilt

strap my sword in my hilt

step on the battlefield

and I'm ready to kill

send all you politicians

straight down to hell

the only Washington I trust is Denzel

Is that the best you got for me

I chop down an emcee like a cherry tree

see power

that's what the meaning of my flag is

your nation's famous

for golf and haggis

I'm fabulous

from my head to my shoe buckle

step to me you catch a knee

to the moose knuckle

cause I know you don't wear no draws

I'm dressed like a pimp

best moves at the ball

McGlavin

McGliven

McSchool you all

cock block more Scotts

than Hadrian's wall

I don't give a shite

bout your fancy clothes

you whipped all of those

out of slave black folks

grew weed and you made hemp rope

but if you think you'll beat me

you must be having a smoke

no joke

don't tee off with me laddy

if you held my balls

you couldn't be my caddy

my style's ice cold

yours is old and shabby

you're the father of your country

but I'm your daddy

Who won?

Who's next?

You decide