CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Claude Frollo vs Gaston
Frollo
Versus
Gaston
You should know I don't take kindly to peasants
It'd be wise to fall to your knees again in my presence
Your gang of ruffians are nothing next to my ama**ed power; and may the Lord have mercy once I show Belle my Tower!
Forced marriage, locked her dad in a carriage, and what's next?
You treat every woman like you've turned them into objects
Drop the facade, and ask anyone that knew you
It's obvious you only wanted to see...LeFooFoo
Are you sure that creature's not your son?
Seems like your looks pa**ed on!
The Festival's over, so why's this grandpa got his mask on?
I'll fight any gargoyle, down to every last one
'Cause no one quite rocks the mic like Gaston! (Gaston!)
This matchup's beastly; I expect an atonement
Do you know who I am?
I deserve a better opponent!
LeFou! (Yes?)
Remove the fool grovelling at my feet!
The townsfolk will dub my verses "Beauty and the Beat!"
Looks indeed are deceiving; although you look firm
You're gumpy 'cause you didn't get to put the worm in bookworm
I'll rid this fight of vice and sin, which means your rage that lies within
When I spit Hellfire, this gypsy will be fried and binned!
You pulled a Gothel, raised a baby in cobble, but who's the loner?
The child or the man who burned cities 'cause he had a boner?!
Build your wicked Frollo Baggins schemes in other bouts
So begone!
I'll help another looney old man, out!
Versus
Gaston
You should know I don't take kindly to peasants
It'd be wise to fall to your knees again in my presence
Your gang of ruffians are nothing next to my ama**ed power; and may the Lord have mercy once I show Belle my Tower!
Forced marriage, locked her dad in a carriage, and what's next?
You treat every woman like you've turned them into objects
Drop the facade, and ask anyone that knew you
It's obvious you only wanted to see...LeFooFoo
Are you sure that creature's not your son?
Seems like your looks pa**ed on!
The Festival's over, so why's this grandpa got his mask on?
I'll fight any gargoyle, down to every last one
'Cause no one quite rocks the mic like Gaston! (Gaston!)
This matchup's beastly; I expect an atonement
Do you know who I am?
I deserve a better opponent!
LeFou! (Yes?)
Remove the fool grovelling at my feet!
The townsfolk will dub my verses "Beauty and the Beat!"
Looks indeed are deceiving; although you look firm
You're gumpy 'cause you didn't get to put the worm in bookworm
I'll rid this fight of vice and sin, which means your rage that lies within
When I spit Hellfire, this gypsy will be fried and binned!
You pulled a Gothel, raised a baby in cobble, but who's the loner?
The child or the man who burned cities 'cause he had a boner?!
Build your wicked Frollo Baggins schemes in other bouts
So begone!
I'll help another looney old man, out!
