[translated] Donald Trump Vs Ebenezer Scrooge. Epic Rap Battles of History.

Wake up, Scrooge I'm about to take a Dickens of a dump on this lonely, homely little miserable grump I'm like the star on a Christmas tree you're like a stump I'm not known for my heart but you're still getting trumped you remind me of my ex-wive in a bikini cause you disgust me keep your TB from Tiny Timmy away from me don't even touch me I don't shake hands I don't make fans I ruin rappers faster than Scottish lands even Jay-Z knows what a *** I am I got my name on the front of the business, man my raps will haunt you make you think you're going insane you're about to get whooped by three emcee's of the ethereal plane so when the clock strikes prepare to enter a world of Christmas pain cause I'm out I got my own f***ing problems call me 2 Chainz How dare you disturb me when I'm napping in my chair you're a crappy rap spitting apparition I ain't scared of this random phantom haunt all you want I don't care I do not believe in ghosts and I don't believe that hair Don't panic Scrooge but you're about to crash I'm J.P. Morgan the ghost of rich dudes past who's properly rocking the monopoly mustache yo, I own the railroads I run these tracks you got dumped on a bench now you're pissed at the world you should have made like Sebastian and kissed the girl because your greed is the curse that's gonna tear you apart what good is your purse if you're poor in your heart Bah humbug your raps don't unnerve me they're atrocious what frightens me the most is your gross ghost proboscis business and success that's the life I've selected so enough with your pictures from the past I'm not affected Well you're about to be right now I'm the ghost of what's right now just take a lesson from Yeezy you're missing the point Ebenezy there's more to life than your work take it easy even I can make time for Azizy best put some friends on your wish list cause you don't know the spirit of Christmas if you did then you would at this moment be sharing your money with some of the homeless No this isn't happening oh it's maddening agony wait actually harkening back to the dead Donald's lecture I still am expecting a final specter Boo! you're gonna die no one to love you and no one to cry alone by yourself on the bed of your death with the stench of regret on your last dying breath cause you've chosen the path of a selfish man with Tiny Tim's innocent blood on your hands the penance you pay for the way you behave is written as plain as the name on this grave Are these the shadows of things that will be? or things that may be only if I depart from my course can they change? say it is thus with what you show me I promise to mend my ways a friend to all men is what I will become it's Christmas I haven't missed my chance to be different God bless us every