ite peep,

this bitch is simular to England's triumph~you ask how?,
cause like in 1966, they think its all over, well it fucking is now,
so how come your a unit~but you dont have a crew and aint excepted?,
its just like him and his parents~hes feeling rejected,
this isn't with my soul~but im killing you softly,
with lyrics simular to sweets~cause they'll stick like toffe,
this emcee, sounds like a femcee~is he really a bloke?,
to tell bring a flash light~.................and a mircroscope,
so sorry for being personal~but your record and verses stink,
your shits so fucking pointless~that i forget it after i blink.


quick merking........................pz