[Intro]
EPIC RAP BATTLE PARODIES
CARRIE WHITE
VS
FRED
BEGIN
[Verse 1: Carrie White]
It's Carrie, coming in to beat this brat who can't swim
You’re scared of Christmas, no girl would want your Tiny Tim
Once we are alone, you'll be Drop Dead Fred
You’re just a whiny little runt who thinks he has street cred
Stop acting like a gangster, when you always lose your meds
It would take some Christmas Cash to get Judy in your bed
Your singing notes are somehow dropping faster than your balls!
And your voice is so high, I wonder if you have a penis at all
[Verse 2: FRED]
You seem angry, Carrie, is it that time of the month?
I'll make your ears bleed faster than your period blood
I bet you didn't bang Tommy, because of your squirrеl AIDS
A grudge-eyed bitch in a prom drеss, am I supposed to be afraid?
You psychopath, I'm known worldwide, I'll be in your head
I'll make you go batshit when you hear HEY IT'S FRED!
My rhymes will be burning, like that day at the prom
I'll whoop you faster, than your religious-crazed mom!
You make me more angry than that Kevin prick
Why don't you go pack your books and come suck my dick?
I'm about done, I have screamed all I can spit
So come on you fake bitch, get out of the closet!
EPIC RAP BATTLE PARODIES
CARRIE WHITE
VS
FRED
BEGIN
[Verse 1: Carrie White]
It's Carrie, coming in to beat this brat who can't swim
You’re scared of Christmas, no girl would want your Tiny Tim
Once we are alone, you'll be Drop Dead Fred
You’re just a whiny little runt who thinks he has street cred
Stop acting like a gangster, when you always lose your meds
It would take some Christmas Cash to get Judy in your bed
Your singing notes are somehow dropping faster than your balls!
And your voice is so high, I wonder if you have a penis at all
[Verse 2: FRED]
You seem angry, Carrie, is it that time of the month?
I'll make your ears bleed faster than your period blood
I bet you didn't bang Tommy, because of your squirrеl AIDS
A grudge-eyed bitch in a prom drеss, am I supposed to be afraid?
You psychopath, I'm known worldwide, I'll be in your head
I'll make you go batshit when you hear HEY IT'S FRED!
My rhymes will be burning, like that day at the prom
I'll whoop you faster, than your religious-crazed mom!
You make me more angry than that Kevin prick
Why don't you go pack your books and come suck my dick?
I'm about done, I have screamed all I can spit
So come on you fake bitch, get out of the closet!
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