"Game of Thrones" Rap Battle - Партия Севера | Текст песни

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• "Game of Thrones" Rap Battle
• Партия Севера

VARYS: Sadly, I cannot.
PYCELLE: No jizz, quite right.
BAELISH: A sorcerer cut off your junk, we know. At least it wasn’t your head.
VARYS: Poor Ned Stark. What will the North do?
PYCELLE: My jizz is like baking soda.
VARYS: The Stark bannermen?
BAELISH: Why are they so fucking happy?

ROBB: Yeah, yeah! We fight for independence, it’s a glorious day
‘cause I married for love, and it’s cool with the Freys
Yeah, we’re heading to a wedding, gonna party today
And I’m gonna be a dad? God, everything’s great!

CATELYN: Winter is coming.
ROBB: So we’ll hang out inside!
CATELYN: But Winterfell burned down, Robb
ROBB: Look on the bright side. Lemme hear my Starks: are we doin’ alright?

BRAN: Father’s dead, we’re homeless, and I’m crippled for life.
RICKON: I’m hungry.
ARYA: I’m alone in the middle of a war.
SANSA: I love the gay boy, but I married the dwarf.

ROBB: See that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, we’re havin’ a ball.
LYSA: I’m gonna breastfeed Robin ‘til my breasts fall off.
ROBB: Brienne, how’s it going with the Kingslayer?
BRIENNE: Rapists have me and I’m fighting a bear!
ROBB: Cool! How’s it hangin’, Theon?
THEON: Realy bad!
ARYA: I met a lady who had demons in her wag!

EVERYBODY: We are the North Side, ey! Doin’ it our own way!
ROBB: Hey, it’s my boy - Jon Snow! What up, Jon?