ok mr revell sounds like your shit aint gonna go to well/
sweatin like a whore makin a bitch of a smell/
so you are from hardcore manchester, where everyone is a child malester/
as far as i can see you got as much skill as a stock broke investor/
with your gay suit on wishin you could get your grove on/
then along comes jay and all your dreams are gone/
tearin you to shreads with ma lirycal beats, we dont need to take this shit to the street/
ill finish this off before we get to the door, slap you like a little whore/
make shure you know the fuckin score, pop a cap in your ass and make shure its sore/
now that ive spat ma shit ill let you sit in wonder cause ive just hit like thunder/

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