Lyrics

[Intro – Spoken]

Time to punch some history, again.
It’s cheaper than therapy… and way more satisfying.
C'mon, Deeter!


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{Intro Verse}

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Back through time with a fist and a plan,
Me and my cat doin’ what we can.
Kickin’ historical asses,
Bringin’ the truth to the sass-loving masses!



Benedict Arnold… you’re first, bitch.


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{Verse 1}

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Benedict, buddy, you earned that name,
Sold your soul for a lil' British fame!
Red coat snitch with a loyalist plan—
Come over here and fight me like a man! (Pow!)

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{Verse 2}


Trowfeem, Trowfeem, you science-denyin’ fool,
Starved a whole country tryna look cool.
The big "know-it-all" who don't know JACK—
Vavilov had facts, so you STABBED HIM IN THE BACK. (Asshole!)
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[Spoken]: Ya know what? You just looked like a bad guy.
How the hell did anyone let this dude by? Seriously.


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{Verse 3 }

Cotton Mather!
Preachin’ fire, brimstone, and spite,
You lit the match on a Salem night.
Whispers, trials, no proof, just fear—
Now my fists are flames—come over here!
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{Verse 4 }

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Genghis rolled up with that conqueror flex,
Left half the planet with ancestral exes.
You ruled with fear, forced procreation…
Now feel my fist—for generations.
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Awh, buddy? That hurt? Here's a tissue—
For the dude who left the world with daddy issues!


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{Outro – Sung + Spoken}

That’s 4 more down… and I’m just gettin’ started.
History’s full of fools, timelines uncharted—
On the “Get Wrecked” list, no mercy, no rest.
I got time, fists, and a vengeance quest.

Who's next?!