 Take this L like a man. Don't act like a fucking crab baby. Telling your gay friends, I would have beat with this. I just had a lot on my mind lately. You better tell them my whole life's crazy. I'm from where young G's will shoot you in the hood and then upload the video online. Yeah, I'm in the granddaily. I ain't... Listen, I ain't talking about working in a care home when I say I'm pushing that white lady. Crampazin'. Wait, this ain't church confession. Or you get stabbed in the steeple like a blood sacrifice in a Catholic cathedral. I got two hatchets. I got from my Arab and Hebrew. They're my axes of evil. I use them to crack your cerebral. If you don't buy into my ideology, I got a violent policy. Try and follow me. I'll push the thumb out front as cover. That's Scientology. Baby nine. Turn a spiteful comment to a polite apology. That means I've got this pussy in check till I've got a pull of baby out like Guy in a college. Mother kitchen. Mother kitchen. I'm in a lunch position. You ain't gonna find your skin on the floor while we smother chicken. You fucking dick. You made the decision to me. And shit, after watching it back up, blame that on the liquor and weed. I must have been banging eggs like Stephanie McMahon cause T beat Chris. Three zips. Left him in a bag. In the second you got smashed. And he swept you in the last, but I still think you got the first. Cause why else would you let Sarah know? Firstly, compare her to my bird. We could say it's apples and oranges if you didn't have scurvy. She's dirty. She hates all gum. Not just cause her breast sticks. Cause she's a crazy slut. And the gum clinic says she got the hip when they take her blood. As if your tracks weren't already aids enough. And the way she sound sounds like she been swallowing cum. Only thing flatter than her arse is the notes in the song that she sung. That was left to rot in the sun. Horrible bitch probably lived in more squats than she's done. Triple time with some sketch singing round the back. So I guess the worst thing about her arse is it's the best thing about the track. If I like P soldier though, he's our biggest fan. I mean seriously like, he is our biggest fan. He gets all of our jokes, he's blessed. If someone go over his head, they just hit him in his chest. He be chilling in his vest, laying down. Legs hanging over the bed. Up your tool. A big high ceiling helps. In school, looking like a scene from Elf. Me and J, we are up to much good. Rock up in your nancy yard like, what's good? Your girl's superstitious cause she touch wood. You. But do you look like a owl? It's going J. Ow. I left him man, I'll ow him. Well P soldier's gone half the throat of ta owling. That family's looking like a muck. Showing. Proudly. See we tapped Matt and Logic on YouTube and saw him singing shit. In this battle, he ain't got a clue what he's writing. He's just winging it. That hoodie though, that hoodie is flagey. Slow it down, that hoodie helps you flagey. We ain't getting beat, it's peed. We ain't got teeth, that's a beak. That ain't a beak, it's a cheek. Ain't a cheek, it's an owl flagey. We're about to kill you man now. If I run it, you say true cause that bird see the matter. It's an owl. I don't want no beef. Nose point says fucked up teeth. Now this owl don't want these bars. Them eyes help you see you're the dark. This owl don't want it with me. Head spinning 360 degrees. Don't bait him, he hates photos. He's looking like Drake's logo. Country had to either vote UK or just vote Scots. But we're all still together. Looks like we both lost. It helps fund your country's dough costs. And my taxes payin' for your scumbag family with no jobs. If England had a voted, you'd have been wrote off. We don't need smack head neighbours that throw logs. Let's see if you need to be fuckin' beatin' in peace. Some peace shoes, green QQ, kiwi, flute and wheat reeds. They say my voice great, they mean that I rock raw. When they say your voice great, they mean nails on a blackboard. I memorize rhymes, fuckin' independent of path 4. I'm inclined to say your portraits are leaving you blackball. Ink line, portraits, maybe I'm dumb sure. This relates to the opponents that you fightin' to clash for. Every match that you've won, I've got five different tats more. Ink in my elbows than you have in your passport. But as a young adolescent, growing up wasn't pleasant. Seek his mother, did his mother in with love and affection. They have no money for groves, so the scruffy cunt ended up with that malnourished complexion. Stomach rumble in his hunger, but sat in he go for his lunch for some other motherfucker that he always stuck in detention. They're getting bullied in lessons, hiding under the desk while they were chuckin' their pens or punchin' his head in. Every day he was getting flushed in a jet's tie, pulled and impressed, roughed up a threat and never stood up for himself because everyone had rejected him. So an artist pulled to progression, he tried to roam with a weapon but still couldn't get any friends, so he suffered depression. I could talk about that or the pussy you're getting. You think you're a woman and let him touch you? Forget it! You have to jump on a jet to meet up with your skater who's getting pulled more than sex off hundreds of Frenchmen. Or I could talk about the fact that your country's dependent on us to protect him. Or I could just say you're em' up with the jukes and the nets to study the best, restructure the sentences and chuck in the reference to pass it off as your own stuff. It's pathetic for fuck's sake! I'm gonna bomb some country in west. You want to fuck with the best. You better rot plates and I bet on the game of Russian roulette with a full-smith of west. I'm fumbling sweating, go to your head and pull it till the bullet connects and put your deflection post to your melanin just under a second to kill you. What is respect, but you can fucking forget it. At step on stage you give a hundred percent I've got to rock most attention so don't brag about that title that you won cause I'll end it, especially when a dumb little cretin like you don't even have the guts to defend us. No!