 You don't know nothing about sire. I said a nigga to meet Robin Williams if you doubt five with two guns on me and my Hand cock penny machine give them 50 and let the can drop This is a long time ago barge delivery Rom Flandre traded I close my eyes and let the nine go with crazy Ain't I keep brushing his head like Chicago? One round battle nigga you getting nine oh and swing. I covered your cat red give me that m16 I borrow and blast God gonna send me to hell for fucking up Carlton's dad Uncle Phil I get rid of him shop gonna take his heart like he lost. I'm Vivian. I'm serious Will jazz Carlton when I'm catching a homie. I'm Jeffrey carry the train and clean up after the body I say you like doing personals in your battles as if that's it Against OSHA and you second round you say his wife is a slag bitch now. I did some research on my own I went to your Facebook, and I started scrolling through mad pixie. You know what I found out your daughter's a fat bitch I'm your father figure your fat your daughter's fat. She has her father's figure I Mean she'd be huffing and puffing making the fucking floor shift To make a fucking pork leather Matter of fact gonna make me a sandwich who want to hear some bars? Try today and in the back of the hearse that rides away. They'll say I was a fast slut on the license plate You try to diss on one of your identical twins on national TV. Yeah, you that daddy You on there looking more morose the more he show on the more he show him and his more is whole You say she slept with everyone and their uncle and their uncle's entourage So I guess Sonny getting that DNA test always been on the cards But you know do you even know what I'm talking about bro the one we're supposed to battle on about 26 hours Oh You couldn't show Send a message like in a car crash yo, but we all know that's crack head cold for my life's a car crash, bro You two a couple of spids you cross six states and then realize you've forgotten your kids That's when you lost control of the whip woke up with whip lash and said it is what it is That's the crack head cold left your kids at home Just keep it going In fact this very day we were supposed to battle in Centennial Park that would have been great, but you said wait I don't like the look of that guy on the You know what would have been hella great That guy had rolled up put lead in your face and it's fed away All over eight feds on segues This is just a personal observation, so I don't want any of these Yorkshire man getting all mad and that I'm just stating I went from Charlie Clips to Harry Baker in a year. I'm officially the lead tonight as a battle rock I mean I mean at the last event. This is a God's honest true story. I was at the bar Ordering a vodka in OJ. I got approached by a fan with a camp. He said oh shit I thought he wanted a picture. I said okay. He passed me the camera and started posing with fucking code Tell me that my battle career has gone down the shit I've been tagged as old English in pictures He responds to my calls with man like he and he be phoning it like a hundred times and get no response And I'd be like he'll answer if I ring once Those days are long gone and it's such a pity. I find myself ringing here like He must be busy MCs like you get fucking terrorized. I wish genocide on your powers faggot MCs with your stupid fucking GCSEs Intrigate weird schemes. I don't even know what the fuck you mean I'm telling you right now all that self-deprecating poetry shit is not gonna work here because your mates might find you funny I find you a queer Yeah, you fucking big-tooth twat. Here's a bit of poetry for you Harry Baker, you Nan is a garrie t-shirt God is Danny Baker And if you run into my grist you would create a pack of quailess I think the monstrosity would find the need to policies revised because he's made apologies more times than all the lead come by I can't even read out that fucking list to the crowd if I tried they call time It's an unlimited drama Well, if you don't know I beat him before on get slated that one was PG This one is x rated better have the drive to survive forget whaling have to kill the mark in the sequel death racing And if you ask for a trilogy it'll worsen for him See the first was a win. This is curtains for him if the third is a thing then you're burning the ring So in more ways than one this is return of the game He's too talentless I'm spitting like this for a joke You rap like Talks about the guns that he grips you come from the sticks and take bi-monthly holidays with your cousins to fish Well, I got a gun that's so big That it doesn't exist You got sung by your bitch and your girls called I don't want to give you some advice on the down low But she got skull fuck couldn't keep her mouth closed she getting beat with the head like I'll snow And you're over mate because in the olden days you had a blotted waste But you can run swim jumps get row and train on road for days throw your weights above your shoulder blades until you're old And great you still like a fat and stumpy sad and grumpy overweight Paloma faith of her don't was shaved you over Fat and stumpy sad and grumpy overweight Paloma faith of her don't was shaved you over face over Betting with the chromosomes face know your place Tony's grave This what you get free price with over insane on Shogun's face You had neat ISIS with a golden age Shogun's blade I Wesley snipe with kill a replace tea with a body like Adgeen stylist Ballet wizards do they whizzing through I named my gun Isaac's parents when he goes to summer camp because it's not missing you