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[Verse 1: King Henry VIII]
I'm Henry the Eighth I Am
And I'm going ham!
Shoving through your ass faster
Than a battering ram!
You'll turn red as a cherry
As I slay you like Bloody Mary
Obama made a good choice, bitch!
You're no John Kerry!
Off with your head, Hillary Clit-on
I'm fulfilling God's Will!
Your husband Bill left for thrills
'Cause he didn't get his fill!
America's getting no jobs
While your spouse is getting blow jobs!
You only got into politics
So you could choke back your sobs!

[Verse 2: Hillary Clinton]
Is facing me a little bit
Too much on your plate?
300 pounds?
You should be the Secretary of Weight!
Did you kill your wives because they laughed
At your tiny little penis?
I'm shoving my campaign up your ass, slogan?
Bitch I'm the Meanest!
Sorry Henry
You're just not up to Parr
I'm leading America
While Bill gets drunk at the bar!
A trip to the cemetery is how
Your kids met their mother
This isn't Celebrity Wife Swap
Make a choice and stick with it brother!
[Verse 3: Bill Clinton]
I heard you guys rapping
And I started to laugh
I thought "It's time to kick some ass,"
But I'm not here on my wife's behalf!
Now honey
I know I've said you're great many, many times
But you give God-awful sex
And you spit horrible rhymes!
So what if a few ladies
Have played with my thing?
Henry's been married so many times
He should be Lord of the Rings!
But just face it Hillary
You've got no place in my administration
Hell, even BUSH did a better job leading our nation!

[Verse 4: Louis XIV]
Here comes the Sun King
And he's shining rays of disses
At a fat British King
A president
And his missus!
Co-Monica Bill
Stop cheating like life's a game!
You had lot's of affairs
Just to gain some quick fame!
And then there's Henry here
With his size five hundred pants
Fun Fact, deuce crack
French fries aren't from France!
I'm not even gonna get into Hillary's shit
I already won this battle of wits
So that's it!
[Verse 5: Nicholas II]
Now hold on a second.....
This battle isn't over
'Til I've stormed right through!
Bloody Nicholas here
'Bout to make my name come true!
Screw February
I'll rebel against you any month of the year!
I'm called a Saint for a reason, you know
Try and diss me, queers!
Your rhymes wouldn't be any worse
If I mixed them with a blender
Bitch, I'm so rich
I could pay you to surrender!
My raps hypnotize like Rasputin
Both my power and might
And I'm crowning myself as
The winner of this fight!