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You shall not pass
I rap fast like Shadowfax
Tom Riddle me this you bitch
Howâs 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
Youâre not a real fighter
Death makes you die
It just make my brights brighter
You ass is like Gringotts
Everyone makes a deposit
We all know youâve more than a boggart in your closet
The prophecy forgot to mention this day
When I knocked your ass back to Gandalf the Grey
Check your status
They call me headmaster
Youâre nothing
Nice staff
You compensating for something?
I prefer the company of wizards and Iâm proud of it
You try to win your battles with two fat hobbits
You think your hairy toed friends are gonna harm me?
Wait until they get a taste of Dumbledoreâs Army
Do not take me for some conjuror of cheap tricks
I donât give a Fawkes about your Order of Phoenix
Iâll tie a new knot in your beard with your wrinkly balls
For I am the one rapper to rule them all
Your spells are a joke
Not funny ones either
Mines of Moria?
More like Mind of Mencia
Iâll expecto my patronum on your face you little snitch
And when Iâm finished
I'mma fly like it's quidditch