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I wanna rap battle my music teacher

  1. C'mon. Step up. Fight me, bitch. I'm a form you can't hold
  2. Got. No. Bitches. What do I need that for? I ain't been told
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  4. Parody. Turned. Careless. I've lost all sense of hope
  5. Money. Doesn't. Matter. That's the truth? Uh, no.
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  7. Gotta bring back the past like Marty
  8. I'm not fashionably late, I just ain't comin' to your party
  9. You wanna step on but I've already started
  10. I bring the crowds, you clear rooms like you farted
  11. Don't take this to heart, cuz my lines shouldn't faze ya
  12. Don't wanna see you in the stall with a razor
  13. Are you really that mad or just a bad imitator?
  14. Go fuck yourself in the mouth with a tazer
  15. Tears in your eyes and bleach in your throat
  16. Only tellin' me now that it's impossible to cope?
  17. Tellin' me that my music is cancer?
  18. I'm hiding my sadness behind teenage laughter
  19. You're no musician but won't call me a rapper?
  20. There's a difference between luck and the master
  21. That's me for reference, go cry you lil' bastard
  22. Still cracking fags like a chiropractor
  23. I'm about that grime, not for the glamour
  24. On the run for centuries, evading capture
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  27. C'mon. Step up. Fight me, bitch. I'm a form you can't hold
  28. Got. No. Bitches. What do I need that for? I ain't been told
  29.  
  30. Parody. Turned. Careless. I've lost all sense of hope
  31. Money. Doesn't. Matter. That's the truth? Uh, no.
  32.  
  33. Motherfuckers wanna act smart?
  34. Come catch this hook, like a knife through the heart
  35. Several ties, to sever all ties
  36. Caught banging your mom and watching your daughter cry
  37. Perverted introvert with a cast iron spine
  38. Call me Undertale, I'm fuckin Undyne
  39. Sans the gills, and the skeleton
  40. Regretting birth, but I'm in my element
  41. Literal Taliban veteran, can't keep relevant.
  42. But I still dropped this, to prove my intelligence
  43. Fuck the fedora, not the police
  44. Fuck the children, not families
  45. Fuck virgins, pop that cherry y y
  46. And give those titties a squeeze
  47.  
  48. C'mon. Step up. Fight me, bitch. I'm a form you can't hold
  49. Got. No. Bitches. What do I need that for? I ain't been told
  50.  
  51. Parody. Turned. Careless. I've lost all sense of hope
  52. Money. Doesn't. Matter. That's the truth? Uh, no.

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