Let's get back into the rhythm by murdering this dude.


Look,
I'm killing this wack shit. The kid's getting thrashed and thumped,
And sportin' a cap with the location of where his body'll be dumped.
Yo, fuck ya location fool. I'm english born and bred,
But I will make the oakland - when I bust my stick up side ya head.
Watch me leave this dude dead. And know this kid ain't abusin' me,
'Coz Euth' ain't shit - but a sure sign that he ain't hit puberty!
Nah, dude is schoolin' me! He got me cornered and outta luck
But despite Euth' pulling off an ill set-up. .
. . you can be sure his punches will still be WACK AS FUCK!
Bro's on the phone to his best friend, that's why he's rockin' the wealth
'Coz his gay ass needed the extra phone. .
. . How the fuck else was he s'posed to dial himself??
What's with the grill duke? Ah, that's how he takes cats 'n' starts to rip 'em
By starting a battle with a victory smile that fucking blinds the competition
My spits rip up cats like you, blowing shit out the speakers. .
Whilst I'm known to feature BIG - you're just known for your BIG FEATURES!!
Damn kid, you just a target for witty zingers and quips. .
And yo when they called you "PHAT!". .
. . I hate to tell ya, they were talking about those lips!
You can catch a stankin' beatdown, take a whiff off the funk G. .
On second thoughts nah, 'coz that nose could suck up half the country.

Done... with you anyway.

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