Ulysses Grant here, I've been beating up the south
Now let's take this rap battle to the steps of the white house
18th president, two terms under my belt With the harshest fighting force the damn
south has ever felt I'm the reconstructing hero, bringing Klansmen
to their knees While your pitiful advisers couldn't stop
the Vietnamese You did do some good, but you hardly did enough
Just ask Iran about the Shah, Pahlavi was pretty rough
You used the threat of nukes to end the war in Korea
While my troops had victories from Vicksburg to Chattanooga
I'm a patriotic man, U.S. is even in my name
My face is on the fifty, tell me, where's your claim to fame?
Now I'll sit here on this porch and I'll take this easy win
Like the money from my bios, flowing to my next of kin
Don't bother sending in the troops, cause that won't help you either
You're gonna fail this battle like your peace talks at Geneva
One second Mamie, let me deal with this alcoholic
mess This flow boutta drop like my farewell address
Five star General of the Greatest Generation Space and arms racin, now I'm the 50's
sensation And there's no question that you'll find
me in the top ten solved the middle east with the Eisenhower
Doctrine You doubt my military years?
Ha!
I knew you were a drunk man Just give ol' Hitler a call, he'll say
exactly who I am General Lee left West Point higher ranked
than you And he spent three years of war kicking your
ass too Your cabinet's more corrupt than New York's
Boss Tweed While you sat in your office, meeting Babcock's
needs From the 'Star Route', to Robeson, to
the 'Sandorn incident' To your own wife were tied in scandals Mr.
President These days, I can't tell if you're even
married either With the Gold, Whiskey, and Navy rings on
your finger I've roasted you old man, don't even try
to carry on Grab a bottle and drink away the pain until
it's gone
18 and 34, make way for number one I'm the Father of the country, rapping till
our freedom's won I was born incredible, knockin' down that
cherry tree.
Teaching all of England to be afraid of this G.
From the farms of Pennsylvania to the snow of Valley Forge
I've lead troops into battle while they thank papa George
I was the first to run this nation and I did it damn well
I let freedom ring first from the liberty bell
Now you two have held office and y'all tryna spit fire
But I'm gonna shut you down with my veto power
Let's start with you there Grant, mister Bayonet rule
Drove the North and South apart you drunken old fool
Couldn't handle the panic of 73 then you left the office with so little popularity
Don't even try to beat me in recognition or fame
I've got enough monuments to put your sorry ass to shame
I'm on quarters and dollars and at the 4th of July
Catch me up on Rushmore, where the Eagles fly
I'm the face of this nation, so send your best regards
I only ever see your face in Grandma's christmas cards
Don't you think Eisenhower I've forgotten bout you
bout to stomp on you like old Khrushchev do
You're soft on communists just like you're soft on these rhymes
Your rappings even worse than the Klan's hate crimes
Think you're so high and mighty, ending school segregation?
But you really failed hard with Americanization When the whites resist, 101 is all you got.
While I stop a drunk rebellion without a single shot.
I dropped your sorry ass just like I dropped the mic
I'll be the first to tell you son, I don't like Ike
You West Pointers always are so filled with delusion
While I started this country with the constitution So quiet down you sorry icon wannabes
Justify your foreign wars to the father of democracy
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