signing in

yo mic wrecker, bet your not bright enough to play checkers. and get babysat while your fat mum plays bingo at mecca/ i aint scared of you, or your crew the 3rd degree.fuck with me, i gaurentee, you"ll hear the banshee/i rid of rubbish rappers like you better than a bin man. with shit thats more together than chinese yin yan/ you a bum, i bet you weigh in tin cans.without a battle plan,u just wont win, man/
it was a big mistake to undertake this battle.you gonna get slaughted like cattle,4 talking a load of prattle/you a baby in this game you tink the mic"s a rattle, you cant call yourself an emcee coz you just happen 2 brattle/
once a fortnight i get a giro, pen my signiture with a biro,im not going to save for a flight to ohio,just to come and fight some tiro / oh no, no flow, u throw,could show, that your no homo, and that you dont blow low/coz i know, you go, below the belt. by that, i aint refering the lyrics u dealt/