*catches mic with tongue*

I'll catch it wiv my tongue like alsors and coldsaws//
And spit till I drip no more like old hores//
When my mouth releases astounding pieces//
leaving peeps sound asleep as they count the sheep//
they found their peace but never for evermore//
Cos when I reach heaven, again umma level them all//

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~Wrekless

You know the rappers these days that snap then breeze ways//
In the opposite direction of the gat that he says//
He'll cap, if you aint on in don't say you are//
before someone engraves a scar on your inflated arse//

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