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
 [bad word] for something?
I prefer [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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