Battle Raps / Freestyles on students from VMA
by
Cassie C.-
Charlie G.-
Freestyle on the number one BITCH Sr. Mary Carol
by yours truely
uh check it check it/
Im going to flow/
and make u swallow every word that i throw/
listen bitch its my day, still will be tomorrow/
I can play C minor on the piano, im a modern day Bach/
o what a shock, check the clock/
ur half past dead times up and u need a crutch to walk/
and soon cops will come and ur body will be surronded by chalk/
U just a wrinkle bag who never made it in music/
so sad that u cry every f*cking year, and others amuse it/
Sh*t b*tch ur prayer for talent in music, jesus must of refused it/
With good reason/
im here teasing/
cause i cant stand u ur singing just one level above weezing/
Shit dont come check my paper ill take an 'F'/
as long as i dont have to see ur face and smell ur breath/
shit ill do it by email i think its for the best/
Ill cut ur piano strings and find enjoyment to see whats notes are left/
Then look u in the face tell u it was me/
Ill use my rhymes to insult u giving me time for free/
Im a freaking ray of sunshine/
Im a steal ur glasses ha ha ha another nun gun blind/
Im sorry its a nun how could my lyrics be so un kind/
Ill tell u to go a follow the light/
Then kiss my ass o wat a pretty sight/
Sh*t!! u did it u crazy bitch now i got to smack u for being impolite/
Sorry that u a pulled a boner, its tragic/
not cause wat u did, but thats disgusting giving everyone a sad stick/
Insulting u is easy not a mad trick/
ur time on earth is overlasted/
And people will do any means necessary to get rid of u even if its drastic/
Ok the end of the quarter... i can out last it/
Ill come back and cuss u out to ur face n then take a seat in ur class n sit/
I fllip u the bird while i run away with ur habit/
ill hop off like a rabbit/
put it on a voodoo doll and then stab it/
Im disgusted by ur face always where that stupid grin, when u know my feeling for you is only hate/
Your such a f*cking b*tch id blame it on PMS but its impossible for u to menstrate/
You make lesbos bend straight/
Cause u from the exorcist using the crucific to *scratch* wait/
no that shits to disgusting for even AoS to picture/
Erase that as the beat comes back throw by the mixer/
Im a trixter/
rabbit from the cereal/
Im not abstract or sereal/
Just playing the cards that were deal/
straight from hand id smack u once and twice/
shit ur an oddball maybe ill make it similar smack u thrice/
annoying pest like lice/
Shit u eat beef and feed the poor rice/
Saintly sh*t, o how sweet, nice/
And b*tch teachers will find this paper on the ground and pick it up and laugh, and over look it cause these hardcore lyrics are still be spread to soft/
ill come back with sequel and throw you off/
But ull prolly be 'singing' catch pneumonia and die of a cough/
Peace out BIATCH