ERB - Babe Ruth vs Lance Armstrong | Текст песни

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Before I let loose with this ruthless aggression
I'll let you be the second fat woman hearing my confession
I admit it, I did what I had to do to win
I'm an athlete, you're a specimen of sin
With your drinking and smoking and choking down food
I know French dudes with better manners than you!
So swing, batter batter, show me what a fatter rapper can do
I beat cancer, I can sure as hell crack you!

You lived strong, beat cancer, congratulations!
Now I'll drop your ass faster than your own foundation!
Third base with an Olsen twin, that's the sin face it!
She's just a little girl! What'd you give her a bracelet?
The whole nation knows you ride too tight in the crotch
You're as boring as your Tour de France is to watch
So come on, little buddy, don't look so pissed!
With all that blood and attitude you're like a menstrual cyclist!

You set records before black men could compete, are you kidding me?
That's like having a pasta contest without Italy!
You're an orphan who found his way to fortune and fame
Just think what you could've done if you were to actually train!
I'm the pinnacle of physical condition While you dip your stick in prostitutes and call it foul tipping, are you tripping?
You'll be nothing but a skeleton
Messing with the fellow in yellow who will be pedaling like hell up in the Peloton!

It's the bottom of the ninth against a Texan in a bathing suit
Filled with more artificial ingredients than a Baby Ruth
It may be way too soon, but I'm calling my shot
And I'm not talking about, those Italian syringes you brought
The Sultan of Swat will knock you right out of the park!
And round the bases to the sound of uproaring applause!
While you hang your head in shame and disgrace because
You got lost and forgot what real sportsmanship was!
You look tired, kid, you got Sheryl Crow's feet eyes
Pedal home to France and maybe bring me back some fries!
Cause if you step to Ruth on the mic, I'll fan your fancy bike and all
You're out, with three strikes, and just one ball!

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