Animeme Rap Battles - Psy vs Kin Jong Un lyrics

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Animeme Rap Battles - Psy vs Kin Jong Un lyrics

Kim Jong Un: Sigh? You mean what I did when I saw you in a lawn chair, laying down Watching little boys on the playground? And if you took off your shades now Nobody'd know who you are. b**h, I'm a star! Me and D-Rod gon make Rush Hour 4! You can find us where the chicks are chillin' Don't bring the yellow dude, the guy looks like a Pixar Villain! PSY: You should rub your tummy for good luck, Chuck Cause when you said "Launch" you meant "Lunch" uh, you're a f** up When I said nuke the Chinese, I meant put the take out in the microwave, op You s** Dennis' rod man, you're a black guy's b**h Kim Jong Kardashian! Kim Jong Un: I'm seizing power, and will destory! Like the Boisheviks in 1917, You're the Korean Solja Boy! Your fat jokes don't affect me! I'm the King of the North! And Winter is coming, hide your twin daughters You've got YouTube fans? I've got White Walkers! PSY: I'm south side, I'll eat your Seoul, and turn you into Kimchi You're less of a communistic threat than a movie producer in the 50s! You grew up in Switzerland, I'll freakin' Tobler-own you! I'm a mother, father, Gentleman! My father would disown you! Kim Jong Un: Gentleman? Didn't you get the memo? Nice guys finish last! You're not gonna be able to Gangnam Style when I put your arm in a cast! You're a fad! You're just mad you no longer top of the Billboard Charts! Now i'll hang you from the top of the Billboard in Parts! I'm a North Korean leader, baller, fortune cookie reader And an Asian p**y-eater! You're lamer than Justin Bieber! You got a little Psy-dick, and a brittle sidekick I'm worth 5 billion! This is genocide, b**h! PSY: You a clock without a tick, that's right, you're all talk! 5 billion dollars? How many chocolate factories have you bought! I do blow, sit top shelf, you will blow, up your self! Your army's small, you get picked last, you're too short, for Six Flags! You're not King of the North, b**h, you dead! You Jon Snow, ba*tard son of Ned! They call you a leader, they say YOU'RE supreme? But only cause your stomach's always filed with sour cream!