"No! I could rap so much better than you" you said drunkly to Johnson.
"(Y/N) you're drunk. No you can't" Jack said to you as he carried you to you the couch. You giggled and played with his spiky hair.
"Yeah I can, listen" you said to Jack as you stood up straight on the couch.
"Car, hat, bat, sat. Tippy tap tap. I can rhyme better than your mom! Boom." you said to Jack as you pointed in the air. Jack laughed and looked at you amazed. "your turn."
"Alright, but don't cry when you lose..." Jack said to you, sitting down next to you. He brought the table closet and started making a beat. "Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the house
everyone felt shitty
even the mouse,
Mom at the whorehouse
and dad smoking grass
I'd just settled down
for a nice piece of ass,
When out on the lawn
I heard such a clatter
I sprung from my bed
to see what was the matter,
Then out on the lawn
I saw a big dick
I knew in a moment
it must be St. Nick,
He came down the chimney
like a bat out of hell
I knew in a moment
the fucker had fell,
He filled all our stockings
with pretzels and beer
and a big rubber dick
for my brother, the queer,
He rose up the chimney
with a thunerous fart
the son of a bitch
blew the chimney apart,
He swore and he cursed
as he rode out of sight
Piss on you all
and have a hell of a night!"
You looked at Jack with wide eyes. you laughed. "I totally won that!" You said flipping your hair out of your face and into jacks face.
"Yeah okay. Yes you did baby..." Jack said wrapping his arm around you and laughing.
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Johnson is kind of sexual and immature when it comes to rapping so here you go xD
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