Arsonists Lunchroom Take-out Lyrics

Lunchroom Take-out Lyrics



Scene: talking in the lunchroom cafeteria



[Swel Boogie]

So you wanna battle me, you wanna battle me bring it

Don't talk to nobody bring it to me, if you wanna battle....



[GR8 Scott]

Whateva' kid stop trying to show-off....



[Swel Boogie]

Who's you first of all?? nobody knows you up in here....



[GR8 Scott]

Whateva kid, don't matter who i am....



[Swel Boogie]

I'm Swel Boogie, whos you??  yo Q give me a beat

He wanna battle me, give me a beat Q....



[GR8 Scott]

You ain't nothin' kid, you a ugly muthafucka, say your shit kid....



[Swel Boogie]

Come on super belly, fat man....



[GR8 Scott]

Whateva' fix your teeth, see the tooth fairy....



[Swel Boogie]

Looka here we got fruitcakes in the house, yo check it, check it



beat: Q-Unique beating on the lunchroom tables



freestyling....



[Swel Boogie]

Man please, come on you just a bitch tryna flip

And I can tell your nervous, why you got a twitch in your lip

Cuz you ain't got nothing for me, you corny, I know you saw me

Hitting up your moms, cuz she was horny, and it was forny, funny



[GR8 Scott]

Shut up dummy, learn how to speak

That's why your girl and your moms told me to sperm on her cheek

Now you done did it, try to battle me and you got calm looks

You 'bout to come get burnt like all the food that your mom cooks

And then one minute later, your gonna end up on the floor dead

You gased, the only thing that's big about you is your forehead

I'm fed up with all the things about you and I just heard one tune

And you supposed to be the illest nigga that rhymes in this lunchroom



[Swel Boogie]

Like everyone in this lunchroom including you better beware i'm the best

Just from looking at you, I can tell your mom's got hair on her chest

Cuz your eyebrows connect and their so long your lips will feel it

I'm on some shit that when i flipping......



[GR8 Scott]

I got that shit that you can't deal with, see you need me to save you

You know why?? cuz you don't have a flow, your breath smells like a platano



[Swel Boogie]

HOLD UP ASSHOLE, don't be tryna cut me off, cuz you soft

And, that's the second time you did that, ima send yo ass to the north

Pole where its freezing, and its come on, bad for your health

Somebody pass him a tissue, he's drooling on himself

What, come and get it, your debted than somebody with aids

I'ma play you like spades, hang your ass like dreads or braids

You don't want it, if you did, then your ass be a fool

I'ma embarass you so bad, your gonna transfer to another school



[GR8 Scott]

Embarassed never that, i'm too dope, hell yeah

And you ain't going no where but the lunchline or welfare

You ain't even passing your classes, your brain is rusty, oil it

And you couldn't drop no shit, if you was sitting on the toilet

You ain't nothing, look at all the rhymes that you be hitting with

My little sister burned your freestyle, my freestyle burned your written 

shit

Soon you'll be in denial, and you're not gonna recall

That I burned you, and I can tell by 21 you'll be bald

I'm off the wall, with all the off the head shit that I make up

You need one haircut, plus about 33 shape ups

So go ahead and laugh at him, and i'ma come and take props

I'm the magnificent M.C., that's why they call me GR8 Scott



[Swel Boogie]

Why's you tellin' me your name, your friendless

You ????, you gotta ???? and you call him your princess

You a ????, you cheesy like a dorito

To get higher than me, come on you gotta smoke weed yo

Fuck battlin', i'ma whip yo ass you punk

To battle me, you don't need a mic, you need a asthma pump

Money grip, when i come around you seein' the bombs

You a pervert, jerking off the pornos of me and your moms

Money you wack, and umm I think its best you pray

You the type to get beat up, even if it ain't freshmen day

Come on man, ahh come on, I ain't scared a ya

You so poor the only time you eat is in the lunchroom cafeteria

You ain't even graduating, opportunity doors will slam in your face

You been in the school so long, you'll take the janitors place

Money grip, and you talking about my hair, look at your dumb curl

I'm surrounded by females, you don't even got one girl



[GR8 Scott]

You talking all that shit, and yet you still sound weak

The only reason you got any girls, cuz they think you be around me

Every since the beginning of battle, your best best was to run paul

As this one girl told me, you went to the hospital and they cut off one
ball

Matter fact, fuck that, I can tell I was wrecking

I'ma just leave and burn this muthafucka, eat steak um in a second



talking til fade