your words are un-interpretable like "dutch" schultz' speech on his death bed...
from the way you write i'd guess that it was you who had been filled full of lead...
you can't speak English son its like you talk in double "dutch"... (double dutch = bad English)
you walk with a limp but its ya tongue that needs a crutch...

your rhymes are outta date like moldy edam cheese... (edam = a cheese made in holland)
they are messy like a kid using fondu...it needs a touch of expertise...
i've seen your wack shit before, you put up less resistance than your country did in WW2...
you had a fuckin' smaller army than your wack n.y.g crew...

your lyrical flow would find it hard to form a puddle...you don't have the capacity...
mine would flood the netherlands with such mutherfuckin' verocity...
to see your mum you have to go window shopping... (hookers in amsterdam sell themselves in window shops)
but the bitch is so ugly people just walk past without stopping...

she's on the game, she sells home runs so she can support you...
but she don't have to earn much, you want clogs not the new nike tennis shoe...
the ho plays with more bones than an archaeologist...
the only way you will touch a pussy is if you become a 'gynae'-cologist...

your structure is fucked, it resonates more than the tocoma bridge... (resonated so much it collapsed)
it contains more lard than bizarre's fridge...
van gough showed more creativity than you when he cut off his ear...
you have more chance of winnin' this than a sniper failin' to slay a blind dear...


ThugzDoCry's mom in the window:

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