They tease me every day.
"You're an orphan! No one loves you!"
I don't even know who they are.
"You're a stupid person! ORPHAN!"
I don't understand why they do this to me.
It was a fine winter day, and I was strutting down the street, all swagalicious, when suddenly... 9 3/4 strangers popped out from behind a little bush/ They surrounded me, snapping they're fingers back and forth, back and forth... It was almost as if they wanted... TO RAP BATTLE!
"DO YOU WANT TO RAP BATTLE, SON?!" I rapped.
"YEAH! SON!" They rapped back at me.
"LAY ME DOWN A SICK BEAT, SON!" Then Draco appeared out of nowhere and laid down a funky fresh beat.
"YO I'M HARRY FRICKIN' POTTER, I'M A WIZARD, SON!
I DON'T HAVE NO FATHER, I AIN'T GOT NO MUM!
I USED TO BE ALONE, AND I'M STILL ALONE!
I STILL CRY INTO MY PILLOW WHEN I AM AT HOME!" Harry had to take a break, for he had started to cry. Draco comforted him while still keeping up that funky fresh beat.
FIND OUT WHO WINS THIS SUPER SICK, FUNKY FRESH RAP BATTLE!