I'm big Ben Franklin
and this shant be pretty
let me instruct you how we battle
in the city of Philly
you couldn't sell Rick James
a bag of crack
you're out of practice
my victory's more certain
than death or taxes
fact is
you're a hack
wack QVC joke
you peddle soap
that cleans bird shit
from my windows
I'll craft a lyrical coffin
and then spit the nails in
call my Arthur Miller son
cause it's death of a salesman
Hi Billy Mays here
with a special TV offer
watch me crush this
bald fat foppish founding father
I'll take my awesome auger
and sow your quaker oats
I'll shoot your rhymes down
like a regiment of red coats
I'm the lord of the pitch
and leader in home sales
you're just a lumpy pumpkin
who invented the mail
Benny's got kite'n key
but you're in for a shock
when I strike you with bolts
from my lightning rod cock
Stop
I protest these intolerable raps
it takes just one easy payment
for me to whoop your ass
cause I'm mint
I'm money
I'm an educated gentleman
so join or die Bill
cause it's all about the Benjamin
but wait, there's more...
Is there anyone out there who can finish this battle?
anyone?
I can
you following me camera guy?
cause it's about to get furious
you're gonna love my nuts
until you're bi-focal-curious
your boy George chopped down trees
you couldn't break a piece of balsa
slap chop your face
make a double chin salsa
your style is so broke
they call you Poor Richard
it's bad enough I gotta see you
every time I tip a stripper
Vince against a founding father
is just too bad
cause after this
America is gonna lose a Dad
Who won?
Who's next?
You decide