EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!!
Oh, glorious, I have the oppurtunity to battle an American,
Ooh, a Half-Blood? I'll rip off half your life, son of Poseidon,
I have Hermoine and Ron,
to dawn light on,
You, you trouble making twit,
You "'Mericans" are all crazy shi...
Friend, I've seen your grades, and how many schools have you failed?
You're no hero, you're less powerful than Aquaman and his call of the whale,
Let's play Quidditch, I'll just score a high point,
Over your high on the mountain goat friend, rolling those joints,
You have Aqua of many,
But I have Aguamenti!
Blood's thicker than water,
And I'll shed both, Potter,
and you're versing,
So if you want to fight, bring it,
You can shoot that wand and spells? Sing it,
Hermoine, how the hell do you spell that?!
And Ron and his no soul, says he's got your back,
Dude, seriously, you married his sister?!
Well, listen to the mister!
I've fought Ares, God of War,
You're just so poor,
Locked in the closet, under the stairs,
With a scar parted between your hair,
I'll kick your asses!
You're American slang cannot compete
My rhymes, their so Brit elite,
You think you're tough stuff,
But, let's fight to fisticuffs,
Actually, how about I just Avada Kedavra,
Ahh... You are a mother fucker...
I'm very very,
So back off, Jackson,
You slack, relaxing,
How would you like to be a fish,
And be served on a dish?!
Yawn, hey Harry, bravo at the spelling bee,
But, all I can hear and see,
Is a nerd pointing a stick and saying "Shazam!"
But I evade all, and you just think "Oh, damn!"
I'm a riveting river runner,
In my camp for summer,
So, you think Muggles are bad?
A Half-Blood, oh, now you're mad,
Let me see the frames, oh they broke,
And that's just all gibberish you spoke,
You just believe a stranger to run face first in a brick wall,
Voldemort, burnt face? He can easily fall,
Just a disaster,
Show's off the road,
Turn yourself to a toad!
EPIC! RAP! BATTLES! OF! Expecto Patronum!