Sorry i made you wait.


Against me your destined to fail, when will you learn?
Cant test me, your wak. As frail as montgomerie burns
Begin sptittin your written shit, take a turn for the worst
I got no respect, itl be me with the match burning your hearse
Unless you break the curse of this verse and kill me first, -
Lets face it, you couldn’t even kill time if you was a nurse and we all feel fine.
With these rhymes, your mine.
Theres no denying or hiding from facts
Just face it your disgraceful and that’s that.
You nothing great, just a prize winning plonka
Only elevating you’ll ever do is with willy wonka!
So just lay down while I get on ya and stomp ya!
Wont stomp with my foot, in fact I wont even look
By hook or by crook, Il type blind with closed eyes and still make you look shite!
A joint effort to liberate the place with copious dope
Only you in lockdown will deliberately drop the soap
Bent over naked for ages, waiting in hope
Feel a little tingle from a touch. Fantasy of the pope!
That’s fucking sick man, you must be on crack!
Little rat, on your bike and hit the road jack
and don’t you come back no more, you whore, your words are a bore.
You see Michael Jackson as a figure how some see mum
I see men-iz a silly gay mess with a hungry bum
Sick stories, of dicks glory and licking your Lovely cum! –(eerrghh)