im the illest and sickest all out bitchiest//
im the rapper u wish didnt exist-ed//
im violent, a demon wit mind twitchs//
so u wouldnt wanna answer to this with the wittyist//
lyrically beaten female rapper im british//
not no american trailor park bitch//
im british, not rich im the witch of lyrical justice//

u fat prick, go suck some dick im writing lyrics//
i aint taking this as no joke, im broke, time i got rich//
ya hear me bitch?//

dont complain of no ear aches as i pound my music from my stero got it?//
or my glock 9 or maccy 10 will be firing at tht delicate head//
this aint a violent rap so dont complain, im dead//
in mind body and soul, i do regret.//