this cat things hes a superhero, look at his av spiderman, but when you see guys on the street, webs aint what he's "shoot'n" fast/
I'll blast ya ass to da past wit my gat like time machines, I've seen better than ya raps in fuck'n Kangaroos Jack's routine/
I'll take ya lyrical hostage, kill ya like natural causes, the only thing, ya only XL4 cuz ya got more than 4 times my losses/
Ya "bars" couldn't "hold they own" if they was in jails, you a british wigga no wonder ya gett'n "imPALEd"/
I'll Blackmail ya boyfriend and I'll tell em ya cheat'n with Elton, cuz you always "perform" with him, and you sure as hell aint Em/
But like slim, i'll win, despite criticism, ya the only cat show'n off a motel room on "How I'm Liv'n"/
But yad never make it to BET, even if you was Mrs. Goldberg, you still couldn't "make whoopie", cuz what ya do with R. Kelly aint sex, thats sup fucked up sodomy/
A lot of me wants to merk ya ass now, but i'll save it til da end to murder ya, have ya next Harry Carey have all of RB say'n "HOLY COW"/(famous dead chi-town cubs baseball announcer)
But your british ass dosent even play baseball ,you play cricket, you're all like "cheerio Charles my dick itches can you lick it"?/
I'll have ya fag ass "runn'n" like leaky faucets, this be da revolutionary war 2, it's just another battle that ya lost kid/(American kicked Britains ass in the revolutionary war!)