Street Punks Truth or Dare!!!!

Rap battle throwdown

-sorry about the wait-

Me: hello everybody sorry it's been a while. I've been super busy.

Mya: yea you don't even text me anymore

Zari: or write!

Purva: I can't complain I see her everyday

Punks: forgot about us!

Bria: and me!

Me: I GET IT IM SORRY! HOLY FUCK!

Purva: do we have a truth or dare or is this a pointless chapter.

Me: we have a DARE!!! It says that NekoWolf_girl must have a rap battle with Mc.

Dj: *walks in* don't worry guys. I'll be in and out once I cream Mc

Me: *is thinking dirty* OH MY FUCK!!!

Mya: THATS MY MAN! *growls*

Dj: wait no. Shit. Not like that. Ugh. Let's just do this.

Bria: MC!!

Mc: Im right here....

Bria: so....

Mc: don't be like rebel...

Rebel: WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?

Purva: SHIT STOP YELLING!

Zari: YAYYYYYY YELLING!!!!

Me:o-o.  Let's just do this rap.

Mc
Dj

Im about to send your funny looking ass to the circus
Or back under that rock with the serpents
Claiming you're a rider
'Bout that life, movin' workin'
You let that flame go but your life is really worthless
I don't give a damn where you came from
You're sweeter than a honey bun
That's why everyone done deserts you
Aww you need a hug?
Sorry, I gotta hurt ya
Get out of line and boy I'll really have to merk you
Uh. Think it's sweet
I ain't no dessert food
On the same stage
Man, you should be grateful
You about to get peeled like a grapefruit
Don't touch me Little Boy
Boo hoo.

Aww look at you girl
You're acting so precious
I think it's time we let 'em just see who the best is
If we talkin' money gone
And check it off your checklist
Mc about that action
Watch me take aim and shoot
Right where your chest is
I promise I ain't Lyin' when I spit it
And whoever wrote this here
It's down just for you
I'm really winnin' it
Tell your homie come and get it
It's whatever
Im that New York bully
Nothing better
This rappin' just ain't for you
It's real here
You better check your time
Before you cross the line
Cuz when the hitters line you up
Girl you can't call your mom

You can't either
At least my mother ain't dead

Shut your lips while I'm spittin' these versus
Okay we all know your momma was a hustler
But your not
You crazy if you think you can be like her
Sure my momma dead but at least I can love her
Awe is this to sad?
Well to bad cause this is the field that I play on
I know you mad
Cause I'm better than you girl

Yo, it's a rumble in the jungle all eyes on me
Im on a whole other level
You can learn something from me
Bars for days as I always say
Word play dictionary
Go for blood and kill everything in sight
Mc, are ya scared?
Cause I'm just warming up.
You've lit a fire that you can't put out
Yea I'm ownin' it
So just go and suck it!

Purva: WHO WON!?

Zari: really...

Me: Purva shut up...

Mya: fuck you Indian

Bria: ooooo racism

Swift: no racism is.....Purva you're a terrorist.

Purva: FOR THE LAST TIME IM NOT MUSLIM!

Rebel: Purva no one asked you for your opinion.

Purva: UGH!

Me: well I'll end this hear before someone gets a plane crashed at them

Mc: OH MY!

Zari: clever.

Mya: agreed.

Dj: well I'm out. Thanks for letting me do that battle. Oh and sorry Mc about the mom insults.

Mc: it's ok...

Dj: *leaves*

Everyone except Ghost:  BYE DJ AND READERS!!!!!!