Napoleon Dynamite: Gosh, I can’t believe how much of a little b***h you are. When it comes to world leaders, you like literally lowered the bar. I’ll rip your bones apart, Bonaparte. Turn your horse into glue. Welcome to the battle of Waterloo, part two. I got skills. I’ll put you in a half Horatio Nelson. You’re the ugliest thing that’s ever failed in Russia since Boris Yeltsin. You can keep your french fries, I got tater tots you gnome. Why don’t you crawl back in your little shell and escargot the heck home?
Napoleon Bonaparte: How dare you address moi you adolescent worm. I am French. You are a buck tooth nerd with a perm. I spit at you harder than Tina the Llama. Smacking your face till your lips swell up like Lafawnduh’s. Doodle up some friends, you gangly freak show. Before I toss you over the mountain like the dreams of Uncle Rico. This bastards about to see how bad a battle can be. After this your buddy Pedro will be voting for me.
Napoleon Dynamite: Why don’t you freaking exile yourself on your little island and hide? Cause this is a rap roller-coaster, You’re not even tall enough to ride. Ugh, I don’t even care how many, like, stupid Prussians you’ve killed. 'Cause to me you’re just the emperor of the lollipop guild.
Napoleon Bonaparte: Sacrebleu T’as une tête a faire sauter les plaques d’egouts. I’m going to shove your moon boots straight up your poop shoot. I’ll whip you so bad, they’ll make a virgin meringue. You’re the only type of dynamite that’s never going to bang.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
