how ya get to be a lyrical murdera, dawg I never even heard of ya, 0-0 who ya murder, this newby i'm bout to serve ya,
raw i get tossed up, just like the sea shore,
your sh*t's all washed up, see I be that top dawg,
leave you lost up in that london fog,
come wit the hard core, reach thru your earsphones an tap that jaw, this south paw, switch up, your londen ass bitch,
end up stitched up, bloody body bag zipped up,
plain an simple, your rap game straight s*ck,
so get off the d*ck, an don't even try to anwser this.