I Need A Suppressant… When I’m ‘Stoned’ I ‘Kill A Bird’-Or-Two
Manic ‘Depressive’ But I’ll ‘Happily’ Murder-You
This Battle Will Further-You; Watch The Style I Invented
If My Flow Is So Soft Then Why Can’t You Dent-It?
Your Pussy Is Scented I Can Smell It A Mile-Off
Like Your Name Is Daffy Duck I’ll Knock Your Smile-Off
Like A Roof With A Tile-Off Your Rhyme Has A Hole-In-It
Round In Circles Like A Boat With A One Armed Man Rowing-It
I’m Showing-It To The People; You’re A Kid You CAN-Be-Beaten (he’s 15)
Your Rhyme Shows Its Age When A Grown Man-Is-Speaking