Novel & Cerita Best Rap Lines To Roast Someone

He lifted an eyebrow, gazing at me in disbelief. "You don't have a fucking right to shout at me, pussy." "Mind your language, Romeo," Mr. Banks shouted from across the room. Even though Mr. Banks intervened, I couldn’t just let it slide. He’d just thrown two insults at me—'fucking' and 'pussy.' Who the heck does this asshole think he is? "You don't tell me what to do, Old Roger," Romeo retorted, which made the whole class burst into laughter.

Look at the situation they got me facing I can′t live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes So I gotta be down with the hood team " ahh... ah.. What do you mean by that, I have a bro.." Jake drugged the blade out of his thigh with force. Too much television watching got me chasing dreams I'm an educated fool with money on my mind Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye I′m a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin′ banger And my homies is down, so don't arouse my anger, fool.

he said popping his collar Zzz zzz zzz We all looked at our phones "that wasn't mine" I said while placing my cell phone back on my desk "wasn't mine either" Austin said Me and Austin looked at Roger who was reading a message on his phone "aye y'all I gotta roll out, Tanya need me" "what happened to being your own man" I said while trying to hold back my laughter, this nigga sprung "man shut up witchu single ass" "don't get mad at me cause y'all on leashes and I'm a free bird" I said while flapping my arms like a bird

🎵I hope a trap boy's your type🎵 🎶why?🎶 🎵Cause I don't have a nine to five🎵 🎶alright🎶 🎵I get that your standards high but I'm not a random guy, I'm different🎵 🎶lliterally🎶 🎵When I write my rhymes, you say you don't like that line, I'll switch it🎵 🎶calm🎶 🎵You said you don't like my life, you said you don't like my guys you're trippin', trippin🎵

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”

"Somewhere out there is a tree, tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breathe. I think you owe it an apology." "Why don't you slip into something comfortable, like a coma." "Shock me, say something intelligent." "You are so fat when you wear a yellow coat, people scream 'taxi'" "Why don't you shut up and give that hole in your face a chance to heal." "You so ugly when who were born the doctor threw you out the window and the window threw you back!" "Fine! I quit, you win. Anyhow, we are going for some ice cream." Jake, at last, commits to his failure.

They boast before they beg. I lean in close, my voice dropping to a dangerous low. “Speak now while you still have the chance. This is only the beginning. I can show you a thousand ways to die and most will be you helping yourself out.” One of his busted eyes open more than the fraction of a slit but not out of fear. “I swear on my parents’ graves, I'll see you crushed,” he rasps. His words are more blood than sound. A sharp, mirthless laugh spills from my lips. Crushed? Did he just say crushed? “Bold. Stupid, but bold.” I turn to my men and with the snap of my fingers, order, “Strip him.”

” Roxanne replies with sarcasm, "Oh, I'm so scared." I responded instantly, "You really should be." My words seemed to amuse Roxanne again, prompting another chuckle as she looked to her friends. Turning towards me, she declares, "Remember, you can never overpower me, you bitch. You'll always lose against me; your next attempt will end with you joining your slut mother in the grave," she threatens, jabbing my chest.

They think we're just drop-outs Living at our moms house Parents must be so proud They know it all No, they don't speak our language They say we're too savage, yeah No, no, we don't give a f*ck anymore." "We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall No, they don't speak our language They say we're too savage, ya No, no we don't give a f*ck anymore We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise

"Get Out! Rose repeated in an extremely chilled voice “F*ckin S*it!, look.. our beauty here even has claws and knows how to fight," they all laughed "Hey beauty, look at you tender skin and flushed face, you look like a bud who is ready to bloom, you must taste so good, it'll be fun to chew into your meat, to deflower your fresh bloom," The orange head man who was the leader of the gang continued mouthing vulgar words, then gesturing at his fellow mates he looked at the spiked drink