Oh, now that IS funny! Your punk ass is from Crawley????
No wonder you deliver your shyt lyrics so poorly!
Do your lyrics ever rhyme? You get a 'U' for your wordplay
The difference between me & u, cats be in awe when my words spray
The only miracle is that you can use a f*cking computer
You're f*cking wack @ rap, go out and hire you a tutor
Why am I quoting Old Testament? I'm the WHOLE testament, homo,
You be sucking testes man, and they be charging YOU dough, tho
You say you reveal my 'secrets' - the only secrets I'm clocking
Is that red Vicky Secret's, two piece ensemblé you're rocking
You're raising bruises? Only one thing being raised - your skirt's hemline
Me and you have ten battles - I would murder you ten times
Serial offender, merking pu$$holes with no apology
Everytime I spit, it bolsters our rap economy
Any time you spit, you get it all on your clothing,
And any time you 'come', it's in that Kleenex tissue you're holding
I'll beat you by the Bow Bells, clap your neck back in Clapham
Stretch your vertebrae in Streatham till your backbone be snapping
How can I not be worthy? I drop my shyt with depravity
I'm blowing up like a pound of C4 in your chest cavity
Get a needle and thread and f*cking sew you lips up
You've dropped a good line less times than Jordan's got HER d!ck sucked!!

Outta my way, junior. Big folks are talking...

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