a fish and chips eater, rubbin vinegar an his peter
if his job was spittin he wouldn't make enough cash to feed the meter
never fear the lyrics for my niggas in the front and the rear
you english pussy so stank i think you need a pap smear, like my verbs fuck your ears
all dimensions of skill, but i count only 2
front and back like micheal jackson just groped you
have fun pre writing your shit, take your time fuckin nit-wit
while you slober on the mic i hit you with this venemous spit, ya'll should quit
tell tony blair he's got a nice comb-over
your time on rb is more wasted than what we spent on the fuckin Mars rover