George Washington vs William Wallace

George Washington versus William Wallace, begin
 There's a difference between you and me, Willy
 I fought 'til I was actually free, Willy
 I got my face on a quarter
 You got drawn and quartered
 Tortured on the orders of a king, really?
 How'd you get beat by a dude named Longshanks?
 You hot dogged and he cut off your bean franks
 I'm money like a National Bank
 Ain't nobody more street than Big G
 Stone face with a grill of sheep teeth!
 A Mel Gibson movie is your legacy (ah!)
 I got a state and a day and a DC
 (Stroke!) Roll up in a boat
 (Stroke!) You're sleeping cut your throat
 (Stroke!) I watch the blood flow, now who's got that red coat?
 Look at ya in your little blousy outfit
 Looking like a stiffer white dick than your monument
 I'll knock you the fuck out, mate, you died owning slaves, I died setting men free (scot-free!)
 That's the Highland way, this powdered prick couldn't beat me in a foot race
 I was emasculated, eviscerated, I had my head chopped off and they put it on a pike
 And I still find time to bust a Gaelic rhyme
 And rip your Yankee Doodle arse on the mic
 I'll knock your face off your moola, Alba gu brah (gu-rah! Hoo-rah! Hoo-rah!)
 Founding father but no children
 Crossed the Delaware, but your soldiers can't swim
 That's Washington, such a shit tactician
 The fucking British Army didn't even want him
 I'm Wallace! (Woo) And I'm flawless! (Woo)
 Stay hid in your office or suffer great losses
 I pop my kilt, strap my sword on my hilt, step on the battlefield and I'm ready to kill
 Send all you politicians straight down to hell
 The only Washington I trust is Denzel
 Is that the best you got for me?
 I chop down an emcee like a cherry tree
 See, power! That's what the meaning of my flag is
 Your nation's famous for golf and haggis
 I'm fabulous, from my head to my shoebuckle
 Step to me, and catch a knee to the moose knuckle
 'Cause I know you don't wear no draws
 I'm dressed like a pimp, best moves at the ball
 MacGlavin, McGliven, McSchool you all
 Cock block more Scots than Hadrian's Wall
 I don't give a shit 'bout your fancy clothes
 You whipped all of those out of slave black folks
 Grew weed then you made hemp rope
 But if ya think you'll beat me, ya must be having a smoke
 No joke! Don't tee off with me, laddy
 If you held my balls, you couldn't be my caddy
 My style's ice-cold, yours is old and shabby
 You're the father of your country, but I'm your daddy
 Who won? Who's next? You decide