LIFE LESSON (British Empire Diss...

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Hamilton The GOAT - Life Lesson (British Empire Diss Track)
(Alexander Hamilton Rap Parody)
Set on October 1st, 1789
Intro (Start of beat):
Straight into it.
Chorus (0:16):
Huh, yeah, call me school staff ‘cause I teach these losers to fuck off, that’s a life lesson.
Huh, yeah, money, hoes, cars, dignity, fans, braincells, it’s simple math, compared to me, you got less than.
They call me the Mr. Epic way I got these losers among us playin’ dumb games, gonna tell everyone you suspicious like you Preston.
Creep on you and let the wires explode, that’s my craft, and you better die or it’s time for the Smith & Wesson.
Verse (0:39):
Pfft, sky ain’t the limit for these mothafuckas, I know they had too much crack cocaine.
Revoke a bitch-ass fuck’s license, they say I’m a terrorist ‘cause I bomb their houses wit’ propane.
Yeah, these kids followin’ my footsteps, they wanna be me, so I’ll be their protege.
I’m always godly in skill, I ain’t just a pro today.
Yeah, spew bullshit upon my name, pull up in the Amazon truck and dispose your bullet-ridden body in a river, same-day delivery.
This ain’t even my prime, me and you wifey just made a couple of videos, for you, not getting cucked is impossible difficulty.
Yeah, and I’m still pipin’ Eliza, yeah, your relationship, it’s more than intimately.
Bars got yo brain in a seizure way I kill an opp before infancy, do it intricately.
Yeah, I was Washington’s second-in-command, y’all had to work with that bum Lord North.
Sorry, couldn’t hear you, I was gettin’ pussy from ten thots, I’ll get some from four more.
Oh, and fuck your mom, da peasant, she should’ve fuckin’ chose to abort.
Yeah, and I was smokin’ up on my Newports and opps, just already give us Newport.
The leader of the Federalist Party, the leaders of the objectively correct.
While all my opps get played like some puppets, is that why Howe lookin’ like Kermit?
Yeah, I was just in the area way I drive-by, the Beretta don’t need a permit.
Y’all some stupid fuck-ass bitches, no fuckin’ shit y’all still ain’t learnin’.
Chorus (1:40):
Huh, yeah, call me school staff ‘cause I teach these losers to fuck off, that’s a life lesson.
Huh, yeah, money, hoes, cars, dignity, fans, braincells, it’s simple math, compared to me, you got less than.
They call me the Mr. Epic way I got these losers among us playin’ dumb games, gonna tell everyone you suspicious like you Preston.
Creep on you and let the wires explode, that’s my craft, and you better die or it’s time for the Smith & Wesson.
Huh, yeah, call me school staff ‘cause I teach these losers to fuck off, that’s a life lesson.
Huh, yeah, money, hoes, cars, dignity, fans, braincells, it’s simple math, compared to me, you got less than.
They call me the Mr. Epic way I got these losers among us playin’ dumb games, gonna tell everyone you suspicious like you Preston.
Creep on you and let the wires explode, that’s my craft, and you better die or it’s time for the Smith & Wesson.
Bridge (2:27):
Yeah, loyal to these streets, would slime out my son to protect it.
Yeah, fuck a cuck’s wife and cuck him into child support since I didn’t use protection.
I know y’all love callin’ me a deadbeat, that’s pure self-projection.
King George III is a bitch, Royal Guard better give him suitable protection.
Oh, yeah, woah, this purp’s got me seein’ the rainbow.
Yeah, I’m a prince, sippin’ on that purple, it ain’t the rain, tho.
You know I’ll beat y’all in a race, it’s 1789 and I’m gettin’ mothafuckin’ cable.
Yeah, you uneducated fucks wouldn’t know basic math, pop an opp if I see him in the wrong angle.
Chorus (2:51):
Huh, yeah, call me school staff ‘cause I teach these losers to fuck off, that’s a life lesson.
Huh, yeah, money, hoes, cars, dignity, fans, braincells, it’s simple math, compared to me, you got less than.
They call me the Mr. Epic way I got these losers among us playin’ dumb games, gonna tell everyone you suspicious like you Preston.
Creep on you and let the wires explode, that’s my craft, and you better die or it’s time for the Smith & Wesson.
Huh, yeah, call me school staff ‘cause I teach these losers to fuck off, that’s a life lesson.
Huh, yeah, money, hoes, cars, dignity, fans, braincells, it’s simple math, compared to me, you got less than.
They call me the Mr. Epic way I got these losers among us playin’ dumb games, gonna tell everyone you suspicious like you Preston.
Creep on you and let the wires explode, that’s my craft, and you better die or it’s time for the Smith & Wesson.
Outro (3:36):
Yeah, fuck you King George III, you look like a crack baby that was thrown in Holi.
And fuck you too Howe, like, the only how is how your mother didn’t take the Plan B.
Like, you are not tough acting like you’re in a sigma edit from TikTok.
Yeah, Back-Then-Recordz, you know I’m always standin’ on that business.

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