Funny Raps To Roast Your Friends Novels & Stories

"Ooh, this is fun!" Casey looked at the screen and started laughing too. He pointed at one of the IDs. "Look at this one, total kid. Curse them out a few extra times!" "You don't have to tell me!" Linda laughed and unleashed another barrage of slurs. The two of them were chatting and laughing, like they were playing some fun little game—tearing apart everything I'd built. I watched the screen, tears pouring down my face. The friend I'd treasured most and the man I'd loved—doing this to me.

The freezing wind cut through me, leaving me exposed and shivering. I cried out in humiliation and pain, tears streaming uncontrollably. Laughter erupted all around me. "Look at her tattered clothes. She's so trashy. Hanging there and still acting stubborn." "Showing off her chest on purpose to tempt Daniel. Trying to catch a sugar daddy, huh?" "What a desperate slut, always trying to land someone rich and powerful!" Someone raised a phone to take pictures. I instinctively tried to cover my face. But my hands were bound tightly behind me, and any movement exposed even more of my skin.

"So what we get drunk? So what we smoke weed? We're just having fun, we don't care who sees...so what we go out, that's how it's supposed to be, living young and wild and free.." Nathan stands up from the VIP corner, the moment he stood, the crowd started cheering. He picked up the mic and started rapping the song's first verse. "Uh, uhm, so what I keep 'em rolled up Saggin' my pants, not caring what I show Keep it real with my niggas Keep it player for these hoes It look clean don't it Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it Give me some 501 jeans on it

🎵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

“Well, іt isn’t tо me, thіѕ is the mаn I’m еngаgеd tо, thаt I’ll gо оntо marry аnd hаvе kіdѕ wіth. Stор tаlkіng аbоut him lіkе thаt, оkау? I dоn’t nееd rеmіndеrѕ оf the раѕt, but thаnkѕ fоr bringing thаt up, fоr opening old wounds. Yоu саll уоurѕеlf a friend whеn fоr the lаѕt ten mіnutеѕ уоu’vе tаlkеd shit іn frоnt оf mе, made me lооk like a joke. Fuсk thе lot of уоu.”

"That my best friend, she a real bad bitch, got her money, she 'on't need no nig' on the dance floor, she had two- three, drink now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in " "Beep beep, is that my bestie in a Tessie? Fresh blow out, skin on tan, ooh, she ready bitch, you look goodt, with a T at the hand, i'ma hype every time, that my motherfuckin' friend, she been down since the jellies and the volvos Got me steppin' out that Jeep, got Manolos, when we pull out to the scene, they be filled with jealousy, if a bitch get finicky, she gon' bring that energy (pop-pop-pop)

I heard a male voice say, followed by the raucous laughter of his friends. When I turned my head and saw him, with his golden-blonde hair, crisp football jersey, and dimpled smile, I knew it couldn’t have been him who tossed the callous insult my way. A sigh of relief lingered on my lips when his friend and obvious sidekick stepped forward with a smirk on his face. “I’m not taking diet advice from a guy who only eats boiled chicken.” I observed, pasting a sunny expression on my face. The rest of the guys surrounding the two, who also wore various football jerseys in shades of deep blue and black, began to hoot and shove at their rude friend. I glanced down at the rice and pale-looking chicke

I would rather die than settle for that harlot. "She did you good," Landon, one of my best friends, says with a hilarious laugh as he watches my embarrassing video for the umpteenth time. "Can you stop watching that? It's annoying," I inform him with a frown. "I am sorry," he says, trying to stop his laughter but failing miserably. "It's just; I have never seen you get roasted by a woman, no less," he confesses in total amazement. "You can imagine my humiliation," I say bitterly, as the two strippers adjacent to me gently massage my shoulders.

I was looking at them like a fish with opened mouth. Mango came forward to me and sang the lyrics, 'Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor Have your friends teasing you about how sprung I got you When you show me what you working, baby, no problem Get on top, get your bounce around like a low rider I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit After you work up a sweat, you could play with the stick I'm trying to explain, baby, the best way I can I melt in your mouth, girl, not in your hand (uh-huh)'

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)"