Alunya MC VS DJ Grace

[Intro, Spoken, Singer 1] Yo, yo, yo! What's up comrades!? This is your gal, Alunya MC, and I'm 'bout to drop some sick beats on this bitch! (Yeah!) Less' go! [Verse, Singer 1] Princess Grace is so racist, face it. Rapin' Haitian slaves in her basement, Ghislaine shit. She saw her pedigree then got a facelift, she's basic. My hammer and sickle be wavin', let's go apeshit. You think you're Daenerys Targaryen, but in reality, you're just an heiress tard aryan! I'm the communard of Paris and you'd better start parryin'. Cuz it's scary when I'm carryin' I'll molotov your carriage, starve you till you're a fuckin' skellington, then finally bust a cap in ya and leave you there as carrion. [Instrumental] [Verse 2, Singer 1] Roman-offed like Anastasia, 1917 Eurasia. Give a princess euthanasia, your name is Grace but yet I disgrace ya. Hoe, you look just like a Hapsburg, like I skeeted on a fat turd. Workers see ya and make laughter and then hang you right from the fuckin' rafter. Your dynasty's getting bucked, your highness hiney getting fucked. Your untergang was so abrupt, because your rule was so motherfuckin' corrupt. [Verse 3, Singer 1] Divine right to rule? You're sure a fine sight, foo! Smite your shrines with my tool, spite your rhymes with my cool. So we used to cunnilingus, now we spar like cunning linguists, 'cept you're not and I'm a genius even your own homies admit my rhymes leave them speechless. [Spoken, Singer 1] Damn, I miss those good old days when I thought you could be saved. When you had me in a daze and I held you in my gaze… Shit… the fuck did I just say? I mean really, you're my prey. So I guess I'll be heading off, putting on my red beret and then racking my AK. *gunshots* [Instrumental]