i know this fella...his last girlfriend, he hit her,
because she said "NO" to dressing up like Gary Glitter /
he's a teen that can't hack it, turning out a faggot,
his mum caught him in his room sticking his dick in the holes of a tennis racket /
his flows shit, he knows it,
he's a face like michael Jackson, plus, non of his clothes fit /
he'll hover, over your dick like an experienced cock lover,
he only bought 50cent's albulm coz he was shirtless on the front cover /
you went into work with a tanktop, got offered a pink slip,
he thinks slim's shit, this is coming from someone who rymthes like limp biscit /
you fucking male whore, I have your mum screaming on the floor,
that takes you back when you were in the pool with michael Barrymore /
better hide your wallet,
here comes the dreary theories of metal gear solid /
remember your sister, the way you fucked her in your kicthen,
a cock full of blisters, coz her pussy was so tight it created friction,
i'm gonna lose this battle, too many haters all around me,
i got beefs that'll never settle, even my mama wanted to drown me /
so what up Tonya, what up C.M.G,
hold up...is it e-j-c or e-j "all attention must go to me"?
mystery-murdera,
i never heard of ya /
i gotta make what i can of this,
so fuck C.M.G and his cannabis /
make a saga which is unique,
then get pulled back to the Armagh streets /
you've a big head!!!but we'll never crush ya,
womaniser!!! but no woman would touch ya /
all i hear is "E-J-C" it's your mum,
get your studying done, before you have fun,
before you lock the door and put your dildo in your bum /
this bitch can't even get the girls hot and sweaty,
his head....looks like its been hit by a machete /
those damn catholic priests,
raping you, now you can't go to mass,
memories come back too fast, thats why you mitch religion class,