Lunchroom Take-out Lyrics - Singles - Arsonists

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 

'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 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 

'cause 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?? 'cause you don't have a flow, your breath smells like a platano 

[Swel Boogie] 

HOLD UP ASSHOLE, don't be tryna cut me off, 'cause 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, '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, 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