Gavrilo Princip:
Yo your fatty Franz Ferdinand
Didn’t see Princip’s pistol!
Too busy guzzling
His tenth wiener schnitzel
Popped a cap in his [bad word] For my Black Hand brothers
Shave off that ‘tache
It’s bigger than your mother’s
Now just like your bald head
You ain’t got no heir
I spit rhyme as your empire decline
Have you any notion
Of united Slav nation
You catch my drift
Or do you want a translation?
Serbia got friends, [bad word] s our homie
Think we’re scared?
Here’s two words for you
Blow me!

Emperor Franz Josef:
You want a war, Gav?
We bring the pain, Slav
Blood split in Sarajevo
Gonna cause a blood bath, [bad word]  Mongols, Turks, my [bad word] Best watch out 'cos my trigger finger itches
You're tiresome, you're irksome
Like a Slavic Jeremy Clarkson
Back to the story
The story of doom
For poor tiny Serbia's
About to go boom!
You hear me, assassin?
Our troops are massin'
Get ready for the bombing
The shootin' the gassin'
Here is the deal yo! [bad word] just got real yo!
You'll be [bad word] Under Austro-Hungary's heel yo!
I'll kick you in the Balkans
And degrade Belgrade
Even if [bad word] Are rushin' to your aid