But consider the Bush family vs. Saddam as a rap battle...
Bush I: Oh, hello, Sad-um, I didn't see you sitting there. / But isn't this where / Kuwait used to be? I can see, maybe, / you got a little lost on your way to the market, / but driving 'round a tank, there's just never anywhere to park it / is there? / I'm a'let you finish, 'fore your mic starts gettin' mossy, / Just wait a couple minutes as I introduce my posse. / Hit it, Jaber.
Jaber III: Howdy, neighbor. Sure is good to see ya visit. / Err'body 'round here know you just a whiz at / throwing a party, / but ain't nobody like the guy that's fartin' / in the punch bowl.... / Hang on, slow down, I think I'm feelin' dizzy. / Gotta pass my mic to MC Saad, up in this hizzy.
Saad: Saddam, my man. Together on the stage at last. / Allow me to express my rage at the actions of your dumb ass. / This is my house, and you disrespectin' me? / Time to take your friends and make your exit, please. / Git gone, sucka.
Hussein: Y'all betta chill 'fore this come to a boil. / I'm only here 'cause I'm followin' my oil. / You don't think I saw your drilling rigs take / they straws out to drink my effin' milkshake? / You drink it right up. / And I'm a'gonna light up / your ears, with my rap of justice / as we discuss this / slant drillin' across my border. / You gonna need to order / a giant check, and put my name / on it, and there betta be the same / number of zeroes that I'm expectin'. / Cuz I don't need a phone to call on you, collectin'.