I wanna rap battle my music teacher
• Written by PaperGirl
C'mon. Step up. Fight me, bitch. I'm a form you can't hold
Got. No. Bitches. What do I need that for? I ain't been told
Parody. Turned. Careless. I've lost all sense of hope
Money. Doesn't. Matter. That's the truth? Uh, no.
Gotta bring back the past like Marty
I'm not fashionably late, I just ain't comin' to your party
You wanna step on but I've already started
I bring the crowds, you clear rooms like you farted
Don't take this to heart, cuz my lines shouldn't faze ya
Don't wanna see you in the stall with a razor
Are you really that mad or just a bad imitator?
Go fuck yourself in the mouth with a tazer
Tears in your eyes and bleach in your throat
Only tellin' me now that it's impossible to cope?
Tellin' me that my music is cancer?
I'm hiding my sadness behind teenage laughter
You're no musician but won't call me a rapper?
There's a difference between luck and the master
That's me for reference, go cry you lil' bastard
Still cracking fags like a chiropractor
I'm about that grime, not for the glamour
On the run for centuries, evading capture
C'mon. Step up. Fight me, bitch. I'm a form you can't hold
Got. No. Bitches. What do I need that for? I ain't been told
Parody. Turned. Careless. I've lost all sense of hope
Money. Doesn't. Matter. That's the truth? Uh, no.
Motherfuckers wanna act smart?
Come catch this hook, like a knife through the heart
Several ties, to sever all ties
Caught banging your mom and watching your daughter cry
Perverted introvert with a cast-iron spine
Call me Undertale, I'm fuckin Undyne
Sans the gills, and the skeleton
Regretting birth, but I'm in my element
Literal Taliban veteran, can't keep relevant.
But I still dropped this, to prove my intelligence
Fuck the fedora, not the police
Fuck the children, not families
Fuck virgins, pop that cherry-y-y
And give those titties a squeeze
C'mon. Step up. Fight me, bitch. I'm a form you can't hold
Got. No. Bitches. What do I need that for? I ain't been told
Parody. Turned. Careless. I've lost all sense of hope
Money. Doesn't. Matter. That's the truth? Uh, no.
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PaperGirl
Member since January 15 2016