Okay okay its that time of day, for me to sit down and say/
"why do gays always hate this way?"/
I'm not here to make enemies, be friendly or take heat/
I'd rather listen to you try to speak cockney/
Butchers are funny, like dummies, a maniacally depressed bugs bunny/
Now sonny don't try to out rap me, or gap me/
Fuck around, go to slap but instead tap me like a he/she/
Don't nothin come for free in this industry, take it from me/
and its not money we're talkin, its ya own dignity/
You barely got a ounce to go by, thats why u a small fry, an i'm a tall guy/
Haters all in the end seem to die, like ya puns, if they're not gay, they lie/
How you gona leave me bloody dog, you can't see me in this fog/
Ya chick's a dog, like a frog ya gotta kiss, but miss, and give me material to diss/
It ain't even hard to twist, cos your wrist dont really get the jist in my lyrical mist/
So fuck this, and fuck you too. You make it too easy for me to hate on you/
cos lyrically you're poo who seems to have enough hatred to fuck around/
and end up bloodied on the pavement, each month you pay ya asses gay rent/
With a warning in the lyrics I send. My cusses are strong, my flow is sound/
Now I'm sendin you back with ya bitch to tha dog pound/

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