 Marco! Colo! Yaya! Colo! They must just demonstrate and that though it might be entertaining, them steps lead nowhere, your salves are trapped in the eschew painting. And you won't be the first to be smacked in battle rap. Who the fuck are these addicts better than? This is Lee. He's older than that. And I'll shoot you while you're wearing your dad's adidas. And along this text battle journey, he met a young girl called Vicious. Now this is legitimately true. He knew he was doing well, flirting with her. She was flirting with the other guys too, but that's when your cover was blown and you called yourself Lex because they found out that the face behind the girl was you. You flirted with your self-blood. I mean how do you expect to win? He created his own online girlfriend, man thought he was playing Sims. His mother fucking keeps dissing my girl. You've got some nerve, my G. Barbo fuck it, better her than me. Where are your necks? That shit needs to come out and grow. You look like some kid who's been in a snowman, got to the top then ran out of snow. He's the face, he's a really safe guy, but he go home, that get left cause we see it ain't right. He touch down in the pad and switch characters like GTA 5. You should have been proposed your winning toast and returned to the Queen Victoria's like the Mitchell Bros back in control. Instead we watched Trevor slap you up on camera and you return to the East End as little more. I'm fucking getting bigger, I'm turning into a celebrity son, you just some fucking retarded clown that everyone hunts. Yo yo yo, he said that I'm turning into a celebrity son, this bread is partly famous like a celebrity son, I never rumped up. And the shit gets worse cause aside from your dress code, you've got a haircut that says I'll do that myself when I get home, I'll do it myself, your haircut says it, it says it. Have you ever been to a dentist, you're mouth screaming heck no, but tell me, women read smiles and the gaps in your teeth spell out friends zone. You're whack and you ain't moving shit, this battle is like after you have a wank and catch yourself in the mirror with your dick in your hand, cause I regret doing this. It's instinctive in truth, my name and titles on the line so my pen resort to signature moves, I've bought the fuck, oh you think what's fucking meant? You support Tottenham right? The team you support coincides with the number of your recent CDs that people have bought. Here's one, Tonus Miff Show, total shit bro. We didn't see that album lying stores, if I'm being upfront no one had to buy yours. And trust me you're a dumb prick, if my mum will get punched in her son's lip then you'll get punched in your mum's tits. I don't think Tony's nice and don't excite me, I'm Baraka blended with Jack from Tecana, smash your head in an avid way, paramedics gotta hold your IV, cause I'm a local pikey in a pair of socks.