i knew youd cum back with a script u writ. which took just under a day to do, and your spits still shit/ you just bitched, coz iz ripped you to bitz. like a hungry fat kid with a packet of ritz/ your raps no more skilled than a witches. your 1 wurd, verse filled, had me in stiches/ what the fuck you gonna do, you crack smoking wreck. you probably dont weigh 2 stone soaking wet./ ere man bitch, you the type of nigger. who wear 2 coats to make himself look bigger/ look for a start, that whole verse smelt worse than a fart. the only good part, was i beat u fater than a fat mans heart/ look, i very much doubt youll win this bout by a blow out.your wits dryer than a drought, all you do is spout shout/ you a proper ittle pussy, who make me howl. yeah, like randy savage, u afraid of simon cowell/