Noah






















Noah:
L O L! You'd better steer clear! Finna kick your CS-ASS into the atmosphere!
:
Just run off, and escape rap hell!
When I make an entrance, I get the crowd to yell!
You just sit around and cry, you're worse than Encanto's Mirabelle.
Noah:
You make the ladies bored and tired. Your boss wishes you retired, 'cause your situation's dire. Frying pan into the fire.
:
You're raps are so cute, all they need is a bow! Now I'll take your wife, she'll be my new hoe!