Arsonists - 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 muthaf**ka, say your sh** 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 b**h tryna flip And I can tell your nervous, why you got a twitch in your lip 'cause you ain't got nothing for me, you corny, I know you saw me Hitting up your moms, 'cause 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 s**m 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 n***a 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 'cause your eyebrows connect and their so long your lips will feel it I'm on some sh** that when i flipping...... [GR8 Scott] I got that sh** that you can't deal with, see you need me to save you You know why?? 'cause you don't have a flow, your breath smells like a platano [Swel Boogie] HOLD UP a**hole, don't be tryna cut me off, 'cause you soft And, that's the second time you did that, ima send yo a** to the north Pole where its freezing, and its come on, bad for your health Somebody pa** 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 a** like dreads or braids You don't want it, if you did, then your a** be a fool I'ma embara** you so bad, your gonna transfer to another school [GR8 Scott] Embara**ed never that, i'm too dope, hell yeah And you ain't going no where but the lunchline or welfare You ain't even pa**ing your cla**es, your brain is rusty, oil it And you couldn't drop no sh**, 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 sh** 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 sh** 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 F**k battlin', i'ma whip yo a** 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 p**nos 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 sh**, and yet you still sound weak The only reason you got any girls, 'cause 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, f**k that, I can tell I was wrecking I'ma just leave and burn this muthaf**ka, eat steak um in a second Talking til fade