Epic Rap Battles of History - Mother Teresa vs Sigmund Freud (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Epic Rap Battles of History - Mother Teresa vs Sigmund Freud (en) Lyrics
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Mother Teresa, for short,
call me “M.T.”
I’m a missionary of charity M.C
Three stripes like Adidas, and
I’m doing it for Jesus
A one woman nun-DMC
I got a peace prize, but
I’m not friendly
You’re oh-for-thirteen as a nominee
I’ve got lines like the DMV
And being me takes balls, but
I ain’t got no D envy!
Who could ask for a better
adversary on the mic
Than the father of psychoanalysis?
Psych!
Look at that egghead! Mama
wants some omelettes
I’m here to crack the mind behind
the mom-sex complex
I gave food, bed, medicine,
and showers
To those whose flesh leprosy
had devoured
Your legacy is people who
are mad at their parents
Complaining on the couch for
two hundred bucks an hour!
Jokes I could make about
your looks: abundant
Your chastity vow: redundant
But that’s enough about Mary B
Let’s turn to my favorite subject: me!
I got mouth cancer, wasn’t
feeling so hot
Had the doc put me down
with a morphine shot
Thank imaginary God I wasn’t
in one of your beds
You’d have just sprinkled magic
water on my forehead!
I help people live, you
watch people die
To get souls for a man in the sky!
You took credit that
you didn’t deserve
You’re the fakest Sister Act
since Whoopi Goldberg!
You were running Project
Pimp the Projects
To you, Calcutta meant
Cal-cutta a check!
I can see right through you
and you’ve got no flavor
I’m battling a communion wafer!
You call that a verse? You’re
super-ego-trippin’
I gotta say, Sigmund, you’re
Freudian slippin’!
I built mad missions
in my savior’s name
All you built was a mad
tolerance for cocaine!
Obsessed with masturbation,
but you’re off the beat
Your flows are so poor I should
be washing their feet
Dreams are the only place you’ll
ever be as dope as me
I make my rhymes count like
beads on a rosary!
Everything is sex to you! After
I’m done wrecking you
I’ll have to go and do confession
just for standing next to you
You want a second coming?
I’ll bless the mic again
I’ll end you like a prayer,
motherlover! Amen!
I notice that you talk a lot about
yourself, which is funny
Since you hide your true feelings like
they were other people’s money
Ooh! An exception to my theory!
I can’t believe this!
Here we have a Mother that no
one wants to sleep with!
You had a nice message, but your
methods were detestable
I’ve seen better care given
to organic vegetables!
All these tokens and
smoke and miracles
You really believe all this
stuff? You’re hysterical!
I’ve got the libido to
continue to beat ya
But our time is up, Teresa
Please support me on PATREON Thank you!