Run away while you can cause i'll leave you Ripped Into Pieces (RIP)
When you drop your lines, the level on the nerd-o-meter increases
I'll smack you around like Serena did on the Holy Grass*
Identity see through like glass, apathic sheep following the mass
Man, i'd even join Al-Quaeda to drop a bomb on the UK
Just so i can stop you from dropping this wack old shit all day
You're no shrink so stop claminig that your rhymes are hypnotic
Dealing with my verse, so psychotic, makes things get chaotic
"Weak emcee murdered by a Killer B" is what you'll see on the BBC
Sorry Oh Mighty England but he simply wasn't my cup of tea


*lives in London: Wimbledon
Played the whole UK-thing if you didn't notice it

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