Niall + Harry + Louis + Liam.
I'm hurting not involving Zayn, really.
Niall: Yo, fuckers rap battle in 3
2
1,
(Someone start)
Harry: yo, uh, my name is Harry and I'm half of Larry you know one day the two of us will marry.
Niall: That was more of a rhyme but yeah, it was alright like
Niall: You know his back yeah the kid named Niall he's the one who always makes girls smile.
Liam: Dunno who these losers think they fucking are, Liam's here now and he'll kick some fucking ass.
Louis: Liam thought he was all fucking cool, thrown raps out like the kids in school, but King Louis' arrived now and that Liam dick isn't getting my crown.
Harry: King Louis here is mine, try to take his crown and I'll stab you with a knife.
Louis: That's my Queen!
Niall: Liam and I may just be peasants but I tell you fucking now when we're hotter than deserts.
Liam: peasants or presents? We'll soon fucking know, Niam's ship will make yours fucking blow.
Harry: Niam or Larry? There's no competition we've already won while you's have been bitchen.
Louis: The King and Queen will be talked to with respect if you disobey I'll break you're fucking neck.
Liam: It's no real secret Niam's taking over, Larry will soon be blowing with the clovers.
Niall: Clovers, Liam, really?
Liam: Like blowing in the wind? Haven't you heard that before?
Niall: no...
Harry: I SAID BURR, ITS COLD IN HERE, THERE MUST BE SOME CLOVERS IN THE ATMOSPHERE!
Liam: There will be some clovers in the atmosphere.
Louis: My cheerleader!ðß
Harry: My daddy!
Niall: Stop it pricks you're gonna make me sick
Liam: Don't make us come and chop off your dicks.
Harry: We're not scared of you, we'll get the guards to kick you where you pooðÂÂÂðÂÂÂðÂÂÂ
Louis: Oh my god, Harry! HahaðÂÂÂ
Niall: I've got nothing after that. Wow.
Louis: We won again but that ain't no surprise, we always win so where's our fucking prize?
Liam: Fuck off, Lewis.
Louis: Catch ya later, Lima.
Liam: Lewis and Hairy.
Louis: Lima and Neil.
Harry: I'm not hairy!
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