^Mad Dog
You're appalling, speaking falsetto cos ur nuts haven't fallen
Can you hear that muthphukka? That's the Death Angel calling
You've got no lamb's blood on your doorframe, so he will not Passover
The bottom line is simple - for your punk ass, it's over
I'm tired of these fake ass, hard named, cheap pretenders
Is ur icon ur own pic? Goddam - you've switched up ur gender!!!
Turning 'roung in a red bra and matching thong on ur asscrack
I'm from London, muthaphukka - that cross-dressing shyt doesn't pass, black.
"I'll be hanging from a tree?" You've got dillusions of grandeur
Hit you with a broken bottle while I'm smoking my ganja
Don't blame me cos wack, go blame your mum and your dad, dog,
You're like that short d!ck China Man in Rush Hour 2 - "No wonder you mad, dog!"

Tread carefully, junior!!!

London Represent!

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