Son of Rap Bear, Phoebe aka Flame Princess - Rap Fest Day Battle Rap lyrics

Yo I'm a word wizard i'm son of rap bear
But, you're a fire hazard
Maybe I should be scared
I mean I do hear you're
Dangerous when your temper flares
Do guys even date you? Or just
Cook weiners in your hair

I guess there was that fire guy
That wanted to marry you
Was it Don Jon with the big guns?
Oh but you're not into macho men are you?
You like them soft and
Round like cinnamon-flavoured buns

I got more rhymes in my
Hair than you ever will
You better run away like it's a fire drill
You're so lame and stinky
More spark from my pinky
I'm a flaming master um, slinky, hinky
(Oh Glob, what am I saying?)

Why the heck did I even try to talk to you?
You only ever cared about things like
Koalas and chipmunks and baby kangaroos
It's actually pretty sad I mean
I usurped you when I was fourteen
I thought we could be friends
I don't know what I was thinking
I don't need you or anyone
'Cos I'm the real Flame King

And as for Son of Rap Bear
You're so unoriginal you put your
Own dad in a wheelchair
Just so you could steal his name
And ride on his fame
But without it you're just a sad
Kid full of hot air
Y'all can try to bully me or
Scam me I don't care
As if being a jerk is going
To make you dummies happy
But my kingdom ain't a commodity Toronto
It's a part of me so sorry
You can't take what isn't owned by me
So take him away

I thought I was the Glob
Of rap rivalled by none
But, I'm more like bubble wrap 'cos
She squashed me for fun