I am Karl
My friend is Jacob
Te Puni is my University hall of residence.
Weir house is Jacob's hall of residence... About 2 minutes from mine
Te Puni is a Maori word (New Zealand indigenous people for those who don't know)
Our two halls have a pretty massive rivalry.
My hall thinks that Weir is full pretentious tossers... They're not really.
TPV is Te Puni Village... My hall's name abbreviated.
If you're easily offended, remember that I'm kidding in most of it
And yeah... I'm aware there's quite a bit of resemblance to Biggie. Get over it.
Chur, thanks for reading.
Jacob's first rhyme:
Motherfuckers don’t know me, think they do. T to the Puni- you bitches aint true. We hardcore, you sluts are soft. We got heritage, what the fuck you got? We Weir. Not TPV queer. Yeah.
My rebuttal:
Alright, drop the snare,
Coz this shit's gonna be tight,
your new asshole I'm about to tear.
How weak is weir? Quite.
Your rhymes, Jacob, they're shite,
like your halls ability to drink beer.
Wanna have a fist fight?
Bring it on you fuckin queer.
What do I think about weir house?
I have as much respect for it as a mouse.
I'm about to bounce, but I'll leave you with one parting message.
I have superior knowledge and my lyrics are sick...
Way more impressive than your small dick.
Jacob's second
Yo, bitch with no bling- you try to rebut, but that shit was slut.
I pre-prepare reaponses in my lair, my lair being Weir, not that shithouse T-P-V hut.
No peace motherfucker, my rhymes are true.
True-er than You.
True-er than potency of my home brew.
True-er than the concentration camps for the Jew.
My rhymes have the critics giving an 'A' fucking class review.
Yeah, 'A' class is true.
Like the motherfucking drugs I give to my crew.
So come on boy, renew your mind. Your bichass arse is left behind.
I pre-prepare reaponses in my lair, my lair being Weir, not that shithouse T-P-V hut.
No peace motherfucker, my rhymes are true.
True-er than You.
True-er than potency of my home brew.
True-er than the concentration camps for the Jew.
My rhymes have the critics giving an 'A' fucking class review.
Yeah, 'A' class is true.
Like the motherfucking drugs I give to my crew.
So come on boy, renew your mind. Your bichass arse is left behind.
My response
Yo Jake, the game I'm about to shake - up...
Like your Mum... When she swallows my cum.
I draw inspiration from ma man Biggie -
A whiter version of him I am - Way more skinny.
The tron is where I was originated.
Jacob, you're about to be verbally castrated.
My skills I have already demonstrated,
your shit's weak...
You've just been emasculated.
Jizz I spray all over your face.
To your family you're a fuckin disgrace.
I drop my load in your eye - you're blinded by my cock mase.
I'm going down a new direction,
in the future you're gonna be a barrister.
What are you really?
A fuckin wanka.
I'll get way richer... being a banka.
You're ass I spank when I'm droppin beats.
I slay all the bitches when they're on heat.
Heat you say? Yeah I pack it...
I gotta glock, wrapped up in a blanket.
That's all for now, if you're brave enough to respond -
I might shoot yo ass... Fuck you up like James bond.
Peace out you miming cum nugget...
Have fun in Wier -
The hall that is rugged.
Whaddya think? Who's ahead at this stage?