Marauder's Rap
Niggas playing keeper
I started out as a seeker
Fucking rookie dodging beaters and bleeders
Aiming quaffles for your noggin, should you boo from the bleachers
Kick my throttle, zoom my broom
And sweep your room for your sneakers
I took my posse hunting
Now my niggas all eaters
Can't you hear our deathly air as we blare through your speakers
Of course I'm fucking armed
Should you remind me of Peter
And start snitching
You might just end up missing a finger
I'm the motherfucking Dark Lord
Wielder of a bark sword; my artform
I've a several severed soul from hitting numbers on a dartboard
Through sharp thorns, niggas always stretching to see me
Worm-tailing and flexing, 'til I'm fetching Nagini
And dark storms someday will maybe make me a lily
Just like marauding 'round the map will maybe make me a penny, aplenty
I'm bringing reason with the seasons
And dreaming 'bout the day these fucking muggles quit reaching
You'd best put down your hands when I am publicly speaking
And not forget about the riddles found in Albus' teachings
Believe me, should I be beaten in my artform
Then I'll begin to wonder what this war was really fought for
Nubby nose, severed souls from hitting numbers on a dartboard
Yo, let me hear that back
I started out as a seeker
Fucking rookie dodging beaters and bleeders
Aiming quaffles for your noggin, should you boo from the bleachers
Kick my throttle, zoom my broom
And sweep your room for your sneakers
I took my posse hunting
Now my niggas all eaters
Can't you hear our deathly air as we blare through your speakers
Of course I'm fucking armed
Should you remind me of Peter
And start snitching
You might just end up missing a finger
I'm the motherfucking Dark Lord
Wielder of a bark sword; my artform
I've a several severed soul from hitting numbers on a dartboard
Through sharp thorns, niggas always stretching to see me
Worm-tailing and flexing, 'til I'm fetching Nagini
And dark storms someday will maybe make me a lily
Just like marauding 'round the map will maybe make me a penny, aplenty
I'm bringing reason with the seasons
And dreaming 'bout the day these fucking muggles quit reaching
You'd best put down your hands when I am publicly speaking
And not forget about the riddles found in Albus' teachings
Believe me, should I be beaten in my artform
Then I'll begin to wonder what this war was really fought for
Nubby nose, severed souls from hitting numbers on a dartboard
Yo, let me hear that back
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Writer(s): Jahvon Gwin
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