lyrical an't real i'll steal this away like I just pinched his mumma/
my lyrics send you caturpulting till you reach the other side of the equater/
I hate this bitch he's gone im guna throw this bitch far gone, away for the longest period of time ever/
you must think your super man super fly guy who can't create lyrics/
i'll turn your lyrics in to hysterics like a big gas full of energy in one go/
im coming and going, leaving you behind, if i wait any longer for you, i'll be 35/
you get smacked n wiped up, flicked away like a swiss army knife/
I just fucked your wife she's having a ride of a time/ she can't get off my dick/
you've been crushed dissmantled tied from footsie to ancles, with broken specticals hidden, to make you more pissed than even more so/
this is my last verse, take this as a peice of advice, never ask for a battled again, cause i'll come flashing like colour code red/