Nathan Saidden: Yo, I heard y'all have a hip hop scene Down Under.
Theodore Saidden: Yeah, it's alright, we do.
Nathan Saidden: Psst, you guys can't rap.
Theodore Saidden: What? Yes we can. You can't diet. You're fat.
Nathan Saidden: This is one-hundred percent American all natural muscle.
Theodore Saidden: A hundred percent America steroids. You're a cheater, just like Lance.
Nathan Saidden: Yo, don't talk about Lance like that, man. Don't talk about Lance like that.
Theodore Saidden: Woah, do you want to battle?
Nathan Saidden: Let's battle.
Theodore Saidden: Alright, let's battle.
Nathan Saidden: Let's battle.
Theodore Saidden: You're finished.
Nathan Saidden:
USA: The motherland of hip hop
You be the first to run when sh** drop
The original gangsters, we be true
You can't win because fakes always lose
Home to Biggie and Tupac, the masters of rap
Y'all cats rap like you got no ball sack
That's right, I be ripping your sh**, uh
Everything you spit sounds like you s**ing a dick
Tell me one Aussie rapper that be hitting it big
Or one Aussie rapper spitting sh** like Eminem did
Step up fool and prepare to get clapped
Because we're the past, present and the future of rap
Theodore Saidden:
I be rapping attacking you with every line that I write
I'm winning on the mike like I'm winning in fights
You haven't even been real since Tupac died
Australian rappers' only ones keeping hip hop alive
What you got? Lil Wayne, Akon and T.I.
360, Hilltop Hoods, Bliss N Eso, alright
If you're so gangster that you make people shiver
Then why did Ludacris do a song with Justin Bieber?
You're packing and wrapping up rap songs so you can sell them
And your rappers are lacking and fake sh** is what you tell them
Hip hop is only real when people feel it
Yeah, you created it but then you k**ed it
Nathan Saidden:
Like, right, fight and mic
No matter what you say, it always seems to rhyme with like
Never even heard of your so-called rappers
But I bet they actin' real bad with their tough Aussie accents
You phonies are f*ggots, tough? b**h please
That's why our president be getting your leader on her knees
Squeaky little voice and a nice pink shirt
Step any closer and I'll start to think you're trying to flirt
Your country is nothing but America's b**h
So, no matter what you say, you're technically s**ing my dick
You're spitting all these words but you ain't saying sh**
You're like a man who claims he's the devil but can't sin
Theodore Saidden:
You've already mentioned twice me s**ing your dick
Now, that's two times that you've said gay sh**
Our country's not a b**h, it's the land of the free
Your whole nation couldn't even survive the GFC
Acting tough with your guns but we're tough in the heart
Your mouth is just a bum so when you're rapping, you fart
All you talk about is b**hes, hoes, money and cars
But the only thing you're doing is s**ing on lard
How does it feel to have an image that's based on a lie?
You're like a rich, fat kid who paid his way out of a fight
You're not as tough as us, even if you tried
Like Kelly said, such is life: Aussie pride
Theodore Saidden: So, uh, how're you getting home?
Nathan Saidden: I don't know, man.
Theodore Saidden: It's a bit late. You can crash at mine if you want.
Nathan Saidden: Well, whatever.
Theodore Saidden: But I've only got water, alright.
Nathan Saidden: Don't push it. You're an embarra**ment. You're an embarra**ment.
Theodore Saidden: Why do you sound like Vin Diesel now? Why?