Funny Rap Battle Lyrics Novels & Stories

she glances over to look at me as if I should know, "only the best band in the whole, entire world! How have you not heard of them before?" I stop to listen to the terrible yet vaguely familiar lyrics. The guy rapping is the worst of the lot. 'Yo, taking up residence in the tree house of my best friend, O-Dawg and I, the mega-tight end. They ain't never seen a pro gangster with his posse, you're my home, doggy. We be looking so fine, Jammie has them girls waiting in line. My girl, FeeBee, a catch, none to match.

Embarrassed to feel this way I gotta get myself together The world is waiting for me Happiness is ready to embrace me (All) Keep the sorrows aside Fight the world till you die Don’t lose hope because Gotta keep myself together and dance around Gotta keep myself together and sing louder With us not together Yet people around us coming together This makes the world a beautiful place So bind ourselves together and dance around Join our hands and sing louder (Zack) Put your hand above Clap your hand aloud Dance your way around And sing from your soul in and out Music is an escape Upbeat, fast beat, slow beat You gotta deal with it Jump up, Jump down, or swing about Don’t let the beat of your hea

🎵Just because you don't like what I am, 🎵Just because you don't like what I've become, 🎵Just because you don't like me, 🎵I will not disappear, I will not run away 🎵I am not gonna back down, 🎵I am not weak. 🎵No. 🎵I am still here, here to stand tall, 🎵Here to stand proud in the face of 🎵Hate, pain, and anger. She rapped River's part happily

So many thoughts flew through Zen’s mind, but there wasn’t much time. With a deep breath, Zen gritted his teeth and steeled his resolve. There was no time to think or alter the lyrics. He’d read them aloud as he rehearsed. Rap battles were about wills, and if Lil’ Mushade thought this would intimidate him, he was wrong. === Zen Fransisco’s Round 2 === The sushi with a tail Talk big but you’re a fail From the start of this stage You just hid in a cage Watch your comrades get slayed

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Jikkeun jikkeungeoryeo (My head hurts) Haneureun haneulsaek saneun ge da ppeonhae (The sky is the color of the sky, life is obvious) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Joy took over the rap and Aira looked at me dead in the eye as she leaped on my torso, wounding her legs firmly and sang the next stanza to me and true to her word, or rather the song’s lyrics, tears started to patter down her eyes while our noses slotted close to each other’s which brought our quivering lips even closer.

I said nothing and just stared at his face, suddenly feeling a wave of nostalgia washing over me as I longed for our college days again. He seemed to notice the cuts and bruises left on my face after getting into a fight with Johann, and I detected a flicker of anger and heartache in his eyes for a moment. He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Wait for me to come back, Nancy." Just then, Johann suddenly emerged from the bathroom, with droplets of water still dripping down his body. He approached me. I couldn't help but take a few steps backward and hide the phone behind my back.

Having nothing better to do. It's early Saturday afternoon and yeah so what if I wanted to drown my feels abit ? "They holler at me but it's you. You, this ain't high school. Me and my crew, we can slide through, give it to you whenever you want. Whip it whenever you want" Roxy and Lexi scream at the top of their lungs as we sing loudly to Niki Minaj blasting through the surround sound system. Shaking our ass, dancing like strippers. "Baby, it's yours! Anywhere, everywhere. Baby it's your world, ain't it? (Alright). Baby it's your w-"

And a Jay-Z song was on And a Jay-Z song was on And a Jay-Z song was on So I put my hands up They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away We turn around like two little kids and we look ridiculous as hell. I'm noddin' my head like, yeah Movin' my hips like, yeah I got my hands up, they're playin' my song They know I'm gonna be okay We're laughing like lunatics too. Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A. Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.

damn he fly" I pimp to the beat Walking down the street in my new Lafreak Yeah, this is how I roll animal print, pants outta control It's Redfoo with the big afro And like Bruce Leroy I got the glow, yeah Girl, look at that body Girl, look at that body Girl, look at that body ( I-I-I work out)"

He began to rap and I went with the flow, because why not? "For what?" "It's hard to pop shit with my grill in." "Ha!" "I can't let it fuck with my flow. Let me take this Lil niggas run up the score and I still win." Dylan signaled for me to continue the rap. "Ha! I swear I'm that nigga without it." I rapped as adrenaline flowed through my veins. "Let's go. Go, Shea!" Dylan hyped, making more energy flowed through me. "He touch me, he gon die on the scene. I'ma pay me a lawyer and sit in the country."