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53. RAP-BATTLE [#1] (CENSORED) [AUGUST 2014]

[RIVAL-BATTLE] Rap-Battle – Sarah & Her Ex-Boyfriend --

 

Hand on a table. Your legs are tied.

Time in ticking, and I haven’t even talked about . . .

What we love to do to each-other.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

 

Sounds brutal and confusing. Soon, you’ll be bruising.

Oh dear, what is that? Never mind, it’s just a skeleton.

Scarred. Broken. Destroyed. Ripped-apart.

Going through the greens, it is more cash it seems.

You lose an arm, if you speak a word.

You lose a leg, if you said what I heard.

You know I say, you know what I do to you.

 

Oh no! Leave me alone! Please help me, I’m on the phone.

I haven’t lost anything, YET. I’ve only just my earring.

Why you sending these threats? You aren’t strong YET.

Oh no! Leave me alone! Please help me, I’m on the phone.

I could dial a number at any time. And then just remember . . .

After the tone. I can send a message to you or to them, you know.

They’d beat your ASS and you’d be losing, ha, ha, ha.

 

Hand on the phone, huh? What shame. You seem lame.

I could run you over, on a choo-choo train!

Feel the pain. Watch me go insane!

I could you over, on a choo-choo train!

Feel the pain. Watch me go insane!

We don’t live far from each-other, you know?

 

Legs tied together and you hurting me forever?

No thank-you. I’m past that. I don’t want your sales.

I don’t want anything, but I will have something.

That necklace around your neck. You stole that from me!

How lame can you be? Pathetic boy, hitting on me!

 

Oh yeah! You’ve done it now. I’m going upbeat! Watch it now!

I remember when you said something . . .

Hand me that towel, I think it was . . .

Oh yeah, all the memories . . .

A-are flooding back to me now . . .

And your father would come upstairs . . .

And what did he say, again? Oh yeah!

 

Daughter get out of the shower!

That man is a trying to hurt you.

His climbing over you like a tower . . .

Daughter, please get out of that shower!

My flower, my blossom, here is a towel.

My flower, my blossom, GET OUT OF HERE, NOW!

 

Cold . . . right? Huh, you bet me, right. Ha, want a fight?

Want a go? You aren’t taking me down . . . little man.

POW! Like that, lights out, throw that. Towel on the floor, look at me now!

A perfect body, shaped so perfectly. Father is lucky, ha, ha. He saw me.

You didn’t, you pervert. You came off to me, so quickly.

While you *beep* me. I smiled so handsomely. Ha, ha.

Cheeky grin, here and there. Dude, why you pull my hair?

I’m so flowing like a river. I’m so crowded with some quiver.

Yeah! Yeah! Ha, ha. I’ve got it all, don’t you see?

I lied to you. And you little man, better shut your pee’

Yeah, yeah. I beat you. Beat you down while you were up.

Up, up, up. I took you down, and held you back up.

You’re like paper cut out from something I like to shout out!

 

You’re really turning the heat up, girl! Good. I’m sexy now!

*** Sirens get nearer ***

*** Kicks a civilian vehicle, the front window ***

Kick that! Take that! You think you got me . . . wrapped around you finger, you stupid *beep*

Hell no! I’m not going down that easy. You better hold onto your panties, please.

It may fall down, and you won’t get back up. Holding yourself, sitting in the rough.

Oh yeah! You’ve been beaten. Taken out with a simple reason.

Father will come upstairs . . . he’ll see you in your underwear.

Ha, ha. You’re screwed. I’m flowing like a river. I’m your untold quiver.

Feeling the rhymes? What ashamed. You being beaten here, and you’ll soon feel . . .

Down and dusty. Lost and riddled with my custard. Ha, ha. You’re beaten, *beep*

 

“WHO WON? WHO’S NEXT? – YOU DECIDE! “

- LYRICS WRITTEN BY: SARAH & JORDAN –

They actually had a rap battle to decide on whether they get back together.

Funny, right? Nope. I think it sounds pretty HOT. And it sounds cool, too! (:

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