ELUSIV G, MC you couldnt battle your way outta wet paper bag
man i'll spray ma ryhmes all over u like an outta fasion grafitti tag...
i'll roll you and all your family in lounge room rugs and fill mouths wit gags
cos man once im done you and ya lil ur crew will be lookin for tha white give up flags...
another stuck up UK rich boy, UK {Under. Knowledged} u dont no nuttin bout me
cos if u did you would immediatly vacate your home and drive off in ya lil S.U.V...
f.u.c.k y.o.u. thats all i got to say to you, ya fool, ya proably sing'a'long to DIZZEE RASCEL and think ur kool
i got da tools to make da masterpiece like DA VINCI tha painter
this shit i spit will make you even FAINTER, should reset ya mode and re-create ya...
i'll ride ya head round lika bicycle, your goin out to da trash cos shits fucken recycle-able
never like-able, i'll juss have to sweep ya garbage under tha rug and concile it
i'll have to smack you so hard in tha mouth wit ma ryhmes so u can feel it...
you fucken tip-rat, not even a horny cunt would hit dat shit you spittin
i wouldnt be supprised if you verse wasent even bout me and pre-writtin
so stop your bitchen