You shall not pass I rap fast like Shadowfax Tom Riddle me this you b^tch How’s your little wand Going to beat my staff? I leave mics in flames torched by Gandalf touch mine, Dumbledore and scorch your other hand off
You fool, you got Snaped
You’re not a real fighter Death makes you die LYBIO.net It just make my brights brighter You @ss is like Gringotts Everyone makes a deposit We all know you’ve more than a boggart in your closet
The prophecy forgot to mention this day When I knocked your @ss back to Gandolf the Grey Check your status They call me headmaster You’re nothing Nice staff You compensating for something? I prefer the company of wizards and I’m proud of it You try to win your battles with two fat hobbits You think your hairy toed friends are gonna harm me? Wait a minute they’ll taste the Dumbledore’s Army.
Do not take me for some conjuror of cheap tricks I don’t give a Fawkes about your Order of Phoenix I’ll tie a new knot in your beard with your wrinkly balls For I am the one rapper to rule them all
Your spells are a joke Not funny ones either Mines of Moria? Ha More like mind of Mencia I’ll expecto my patronum on your face you little snitch And when I’m finished Imma fly like a quidditch