Bruce Lee vs Clint Eastwood lyrics

Bruce Lee:

I got the baddest fists of fury that the world ever saw!

Defeat whole karate schools and mother fuckers with claws!

How can you talk more shit with my fist in your jaw?

Don't need words to serve ya, I'mma just say, "Waaataaaw!"

Your movies, they bore us; they're slow as a tortoise!

I'm the king of nunchucks; I fucked up Chuck Norris!

I invented Jeet Kune Do, so taste my slipper shoe!

Here's my two finger push up: Kung F-U!

Clint Eastwood:

You scream like a girl and got moves like Jagger,

But I'll rip through your ass faster than a Pu-Pu platter.

You're in the gym too much, Ringo, perfecting kicks.

You should spend more time matching your voice up to your lips.

(Ah!) You don't belong in a fight; you belong in a sweatshop,

So go ahead…make my iPod.

Those little dances you do don't threaten me, Bruce.

Fuck you, dude. I even squint better than you! (Oooh…)

Bruce Lee:

I beat the good and the bad; you must be the ugly!

I would mess up your face, but your mama did it for me!

Go tug your pistol for a fist full of your million dollar babies!

You were cool in the eighties, maybe, but now you're just crazy!

A man who argues with people who aren't even there

Is more fit to rap against this fucking chair!

Clint Eastwood:

Do you feel lucky, punk? That's what I'm asking.

You can't be too tough, you got killed by an aspirin,

And your one-inch punch, same size as your pecker.

Leave the rapping to me; stick to Chinese Checkers.

I'd beat you in round two, but that'd be unbelievable.

No one in your family ever lives to see a sequel.

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