Your lyrics aren't raw they're overrated translated to overcooked*
This guy was fishin for the win............ but never baited the hook
Now ya booked as a spectacle now one line you throw in the towel
Try to front but ya wackness is more flagrant than a technical foul
You stay fowl......
Even with bars stretched ya prospect of winning seems farfetched Bring ya dick riders, I know ya got more "cling ons" than star trek
Your a pain in the neck, small in my world your just a plain speck
A train wreck for structure an outta talent "you need a rain check?"
K's UK style is hopeless a mess broke like electronic glass devises
Guy's skills on a downward spiral an flaws risin like US gas prices
Ya lines bite.....
Your design mite-a had a shot in the dark but lost ya rhymes light
Wits collide an minds ignite but ya fight is tiny like ya lines might

* "Hook" is under his name