You told me when I’m on a scale it says to be continued
But you had no fucking clue of this shit you got up into
This dudes actin’ all cocky like his shit never fails
Gimme a break/ this bitch is rapping from WALES
He couldn’t feel rap if he was typing in Braille
Don’t bring those weak rhymes to the USA
Bout gang-bangers who drink tea and play croquet
Assid dressed up like a princess for Halloween
No disrespect kid, that’s expected if you’re European
This dude’s driving on the left, if you know what I mean
On the weekends he’s a beauty queen called Kathleen
But Kathleen’s still gets dudes to jerk his yellow submarine
There’s a little allusion to dispel this confusion
Your lines are cluttered, no balance, your shit doesn’t fit
But didn’t stutter, that’s real talent, for a brit with a clit
Check those lines, my methods primed with internal rhymes
See kid, rap aint a science it’s an art
Here’s a free lesson in multis, but your ass is still in the dark
What’s the use, this dudes a gender-bender just like Joan of arc
I ought to make his chalk outline a pink question mark

I killed in 20, aint a damn thing funny
That’s how we rep shit in the land of milk and honey