look, one six eight, your shits long late. youve added another day to our arranged date, nd still aint created a debate about who"s more lightweight/ im gonna be straight, i couldnt wait any longer for you to recriminate. so im gonna bring back up the all shit ive ate, then serve it to you on a dinner plate/ i hate it when fakes think they great. u made a big mistake, tempting fate/ im bout to anialate, this five stone in weight dying state. the lyrics im supplying contain non stop irate/