Chapter 48: The rap battle!
The matchmaker collected the payment and the two women eyed each other up. The plump woman, who went by the name of Vicky, snorted when she saw that there was no ring on grandma Merriweather's finger.
I'm going to tell you what is coming to you,
Old unmarried grannies like you,
Can't measure up to me and my Alfie, so, you
And your old dinosaurs can go back to your hole, you.
Aw, yeah.
Finished Vicky, her hands in a rap position. Grandma Merriweather raised an eyebrow and began to rap too.
Can you rhyme anything with you besides you?
I may not be able to rhyme, but my beats are sick!
Rapping is in my blood; I always do it.
And you have to think twice because I have a list and I check it thrice!
Of whom is respectful and who is a troll,
Stinky and unrefined!
