Dobby:
Yo!
Hey Kreacher, what kinda creature are you
You called Hermy mudblood, is that true
You don’t obey Harry Potter sir
You still upto saving up your mistress’ fur
Your ambition is to get your head cut up and hung up on that wall
Mahn! I mean elf! Don’t you desire any freedom at all
Look at me dressed in socks and hat
Don’t tell me you don’t want any of that!
Excuse me, is that a tea cozy?
And that green thing, is that your nosey?
Kreacher:
Mudbloods! Children of filth!
Oh, what will my mistresses think!
And bringing a brat like you in here
Those curtains wont shut when she screams in despair
You betray our race, we’re elves and we work!
You wear new clothes, accept wages, that’s absurd!
Kreacher would die of shame if he were you
Your one sock is yellow and the other blue
I heard you into that mudblood’s SPEW crap
If I could I’d give her a tight slap
Dobby:
No elf shall talk of madam Hermy like way
She’s just working to give us better days
Free as a bird not stuck in that hole
Boy! Now you even look made up of coal!
You deserve to be treated badly by master Sirius
And left by Regulus in the cave of inferious!
Kreacher:
Oh bloody crap, you’re shitty at rap!
Madam Bellatrix threw a knife and made your neck snap
That’s what you get for running after your Harry Potter sir
You even lost Winky, I know you loved her!
I’d die than become a disgrace like you
Your head is full of shit and poo!
WHO WON?
WHO’S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE!
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HP~!
