roast battle

your pronouns are her/she'sy

*the girls stare at you, completely baffled* What?

you're a 10/10 tons

girl: I'M NOT FAT I'M PREGNANT!

WHAT?!

girl: YEAH! I'M PREGNANT! AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!

Seriously? *everyone's already leaving* 🏃💨

boy 1: ROAST BATTLE! group of girls: *points at you* your so uglyyyyy! *the class laughs*

You act like you're rich, but your wallet's a snitch; it told me you're broke, living off bread and a Coke." "You're the punchline in the joke of your life, trying to act smart while you can't count to five." "You spit so slow, we thought it was buffering, then we realized your brain's just suffering." "You call that a verse? I call it a curse; even Siri's got better rhymes and doesn't rehearse." "I'm the headline act, you're just the opener; my words cut deep while yours are mediocre." "Yo

the class: OH HELL YEAH

Starry: yo mama so fat she couldn't fit her own car and yo thought you can roast me but instead everything is upside down and no one asked dummies doesn't know how to shows themselves and doesn't know how to clean their room, uh huh, you think you can still roast me? nuh uh, pretending to be gutted by me? no, I'm punching you in one second yo dad left to get milk and never came back but the truth is, he wasn't even your dad he is cheating on yo mom and yo mom is a fattie, she only eat food.