 If you wanted me to get off my face, you should have just asked me casual. I don't need drugs to make me do the robot like I'm part mechanical. Just get me sugar in me and my dancing's magical. I'm a pinata. That's a party animal. I do them a lot better than you. It's not clever. The content is with you. Stop fending the truth from hothead in a one-second block lesson when you've got the squad ready to shoot that crosscat with a gun. Should I carry it up? Should I carry it up? You know who's back! Deadpool Skulls! Rap for random on when the next election's coming. He thought the in-or-out vote was to do with belly button. I'll throw eggs at your friends you hustle weed to. And you've got to chin that shuffling tissue. Yeah, yeah, we've got a lot of grammar to tackle. See, a lot of the fans online say I think I'm American, so I guess this is the closest issue we'll ever get to when international battles. Now, we both... That laugh means I saw true. After we'll rap God, imagine that, dogs. I mean, you've got me... That laugh means it's so true. We both battled cold, Jay. But you thought you would win that said clash when there was death from the cards like a cigarette pack. You said you'd have to give cold operations. When I battled him, I said that. This is like a childhood story, because this ginger bread match. Three rounds in. I've happened to be boxed. I've faced stuff like, you're that big, you can watch all the Palmwriters' Eames when you walk in the shop. You told Jay Short's girlfriend what either pissed a spray on your frickin' face. You're into stranger shit than Mr Gray from Fifty Shades. So when E4 raps, he is trash. He just changes the word to fit with the scheme he has. What a genius.