Novel & Cerita Funny Raps To Roast Your Friends

“ You can count on me like 1, 2, 3 I'll be there And I know when I need it I can count on you like 4, 3, 2 And you'll be there 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh. ” “ You can count on me, 'cause I can count on you. ” Aw.

“If you promise to save me a beer next time, I’ll let it slide just this once.” Bringing two tattooed fingers to his big forehead in a mock salute, he laughed. “You got it, boss man. What are you doing standing out here? You’ll freeze your balls off. Let’s get our asses inside before we freeze them off, too. Wouldn’t want to disappoint the women of Boston by losing two of its sexiest butts. Or your balls, for that matter.”

he added. "Who said I won't come?" I smirked. "Yown!! The troop is complete again." they said at the same time then they high 5ed. "No one to leave! Co. Founder." they said and they shook hands with me. The hand of Gangs. "Of course, we're brothers." I added. "Brother, before the rope is broken, don't blame or come clean, this whole scandal is just a misunderstanding is-------." the boys sang. Really crazy people. That's a song by 187mobstaz. I was suddenly terrified. Are they abnormal? Jejedays.

Chapter 5: The Kiss That Ruined Everything The gym was loud and active. Music blasted through the big speakers as Zach’s team and friends were celebrating, he had just won his underground fight with a brutal knockout. Bottles of whiskey and beer flowed freely. Everyone was happy, laughing and cheering. Zach stood in the middle of it all in his usual element… shirtless, sweat dropping on his sculpted body, looking big and powerful under the bright lights as he accepted congratulations. Noah stood near the back of the crowd, nursing a drink while watching his best friend with a strange mix of pride and something deeper. A strange, heavy feeling that had been growing for weeks now

He said before continuing, " But... I have got a song I'll sing for her, it's titled, Best friends by Missy Elliot. " " Enjoy! " Without wasting for anyone's response, he got his guitar and began playing it for some minutes before his angelic voice rang out in the whole hall. " My best friend say She sick of me crying on the phone Tellin how the Men are dogging me My best friend say Don't tell her nothin bout me can you girl She ain't showing me no sympathy My best friend say If she was me she'd let you go a long time ago My best friend say My best friend say

He said, bluntly, then turned his stare away from her face. "So, Logan huh?" Becky too knew it wasn't working out. "Fuck!" She lowered her head and whispered under her breath as she got no reply from him. But he heard her. "Fuck?" He asked with bright eyes—they were definitely blue. "Oh, nothing. It's just," she said, then bursted out like the parrot that she was. "I'm like here on my own even though it's my birthday, because my stupid friend couldn't make it—she had a date at Paris with her new boo—and I was just hoping I could have at least some fun--"

“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”

I laid my phone on the counter, playing my music as I cooked, “Fuck you, and you, and you, I hate your friends and they hate me too, I’m through, I’m through, I’m through, this that hot girl bummer anthem, turn it up and make a tantrum…” I sang as I cooked the french toast, Dime joining in now and then from the living room, “Breakfast is served fatty!” I shouted as I brought out the french toast “Why thank you, servant,” Dime replied as she sat down at the table,

He had no comment in that as he tried not to let his guard slip or they might see through him. "There there. What's that smug look on your face all about? I knew it. You've hit the jackpot. That is so you. That's the you we know." His friends teased. They derived great joy at making fun of him. "When will it be my turn man?" Rohan teased, bumping shoulders with Lincoln.

He must have been talking to one of his many girlfriends, Tristan scowled an ugly feeling developing in his stomach, not even nodding back at Roth’s direction, reminding himself that he was not supposed to talk to Roth until he apologized. Tristan ignored him and walked over to the controls, which Roth did not seem to mind. Roth just simply chuckled, and walked over to the booth, which added fuel to the fire as Tristan’s scowl deepened. After a while, Tristan was holding up three fingers in the air, signaling to Roth to start speaking, who, again, smiled and nodded before going off, “Good evening to all you pleasure-seeking ladies and sex-deprived gentlemen! Firstly, I would like to apologiz