Epic Rap Battles of History Season 4. - Steven Spielberg vs Alfred Hitchcock (instrumental) | Текст песни

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• Epic Rap Battles of History Season 4.
• Steven Spielberg vs Alfred Hitchcock (instrumental)

Steven Spielberg:
Picture a child sitting next to a projector
Learning from your films to become a much better director
Now picture a three-billion-dollar dream machine
Who can blockbust all over your crop duster seeds
Try to duel with me Alfred, ya must be Psycho
I'll bring back Jaws, and take a bite of your lifeboat
I'm always so on top of my game, I get the Vertigo
My jet's in the terminal waiting for me to murder ya
I rock the Academy and the DGA
You rock as many Oscars as that schelp Michael Bay
Tiger filling up those jowls with three steaks and soufflé
Check the trade, see me amplitude my next big play
I produced cartoons and made games for all ages
You produced Jimmy Stewart making one of two faces
Maybe next time I visit, you'll be a bit more gracious
Now kiss my full moon and just bask in my greatness

Alfred Hitchcock:
That was a Close Encounter of the Turd Kind
But there won't be a pretty ending this time
Half your billions should go to John Williams
Now brace yourself as I reveal my brilliance
I'm the master, of suspense, so intense
No defense against Hitchcock once he presents
My scores are enormous, orchestrate brilliant performance
You're more horrible than Megan Fox's acting in Transformers
Come on, fish puppets and Muppets to start our fears up
I squeezed screams out of chocolate syrup
I'm the best mamma-jamma ever stood behind a camera
Damage batterers and haunt you like the last Indiana

Quentin Tarantino:
Cut! Get me a Tylenol, stop rhyming, y'all
Alfred, you got no style dawg, I'm the king of dialogue
There's only one movie I know you're from
And I've seen more blood in the shower when I stubbed my toe in one
You tried to fight in World War One but couldn't do that
The British Army wouldn't let you join cause you were too fat
Look it up, it's a true fact, Wikipedia that
Now allow me to attack Steven the hack
You're the War of the Worlds of failures when I label you
That looked like some sell-out bullshit Michael Bay would do
Ask anybody "What's your favorite Sam Jackson part?"
No one's gonna say "What's his name from Jurassic Park?"
Scripts that I write ain't the, cleanest (fuck!)
But when I grip mics I'm the, meanest (dick!)
Quentin Tarantino is a, genius
A bad motherfucker from the wallet to the penis

Stanley Kubrick:
Genius is a powerful word, but there's no reason to use it
'Less you're talking about the Kubrick, then there's really nothing to it
Every thing I do is visionary
Every single frame a painting made exactly how I wanna make it
Do another take and get it right, 127 times
I'll make you learn to love me, I'm the boss, drop ultraviolet rhymes
Like Clockwork, make you all hurt
Beat Spielberg the Color Purple
AI is the worst waste of potential since the Ninja Turtles

Michael Bay:
That's enough, I've heard enough crap from all of you
Why don't I come down there and show you what a real star can do?
I swoop low with a telephoto, no Bruckheimer, I work solo
If there's one thing I've learned, bitch, this game is about motherfucking money
I make that dollar, y'all, motherfucking money
Even made Mark Wahlberg make some motherfucking money
I set up shop and got a few drops of that got milk money
Rose to the Rock, now I got that socks made of silk money
I ain't got that guilt money, I don't give a fuck
I take my checks to the bank and I sign 'em with my nuts
I give the people what they love, while the critics say I'm evil
Got no time to read reviews while I'm working on the sequel
Got a gift from above and the eyes of an eagle
When it comes to blowing up, no director is my equal

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