 I won't feel victim to Shotty's gimmicks. Of course there's always space in your graveyard. You don't ever put no buddies in it. Except for Tommy Villis, but he's a little wally, isn't he? They said he wasn't gonna show up. He let all of you down. Guess that Shotty bottle got to the prick's head, but really your god knows I'm a thorn in his crown. Now, because I'm battling my friend, you think I'ma do it with honour? Bro, I'll stick you with a fork as you bow. Put a geist in a church, I'm throwing organs around. I'm getting sick of this geek. And there's not one fucking rapper that I couldn't wigg in this league. But if you talk spitters, don't friggin' agree, bring it to me. And if the champ wants to get on this high horse he can die or leave with his spine morphed like Christopher Reeves. This is a local match in your city, so your name's getting swiped on screens like tinderholes. We only came to win and roll, don't you get it? Man, you losing every time the whistle blows. I can't bring my boys down because they're actual killers. So by the best right now, that's the figures where you can't find an animal without a mattress in it, and the floor's full of crack glasses, smacks of it, it's a different bottom, and they saw any of you, man, act suspicious. You could get your wig changed and they'd pack in clippers. Now, wait a second, there's a scheme off it in, because this is your place of rest, but you couldn't dream of winning. But when you lay your head there's a deeper meaning with it because now you've made your bed only do sleeping in it. But let's be honest, no one lost their heads that you might vanish shit by that point, no remembered your height flashes, so it's not exactly as if we'd forget to provide Fran with a vest or a life jacket, he just fell off and no one cared like an extra in Titanic. You crowned yourself scarred, but I ain't no Mufasa. I'm a chicken rafiki, I just do what I wanna, 70 signage, scratch banana mind, over matters, my motto, I stay cool in the sauna, I'm the type to sing a kuna matata, so many bulls up around us, but I'm with a ganja. You said your girlfriend was on holiday on the beach or some shit, your mum would get punched in a son's lip. That means you were dead. Radi was dead, Radi was dead, so help me out with that. You're gonna be sorry when I leave and mark on your pessimism, because you were about as good as team homie with pH's bars and seven missing for units, so weak hobby you wanna be, that be the star on the television, that demon's off the renaissance. So I told my team, I'm gonna do a number on this square, that's Hopscotch. I said, smart Alex got the belly, that's a crop top, he told me, I will put holes in his clothes like hot rocks, we spotted the dummy behind the window, that's top shot, rolled up and smelt him in a whip, that's a hot box. Shatter as much as you want, but you still anything to throw money. You can spit a seat, cause you like it, but I'm winning this cash bomb, but he begs it be, Mexican wave when I tase him, he'll fool something like an electric cheese, shoulda let it be. Keep on stamping on him till his back is gone, your bar just reminds me of Rasta songs the way you babble on, I get my camera on, he'll hear the sound, If they see you coughing, you got no fan base in London, you ain't traveling for money, he's from a place where everyone's an addict or a junkie, and what could babb his or a curry? And now he's come to the bits to battle, cause he's hungry, but no one wants to see this kid rock, stick to rapping in the country. My levels way ahead, your levels, they blow on stage like major laser sets, that's a shot in the dark like laser quest, but way ahead. But calling this a competition now, that shit's a right mess, cause it can't be a competition now, there ain't no competition left. Cracker is a total name, it's funny how he does spoken weird in public, but in public he's never spoken weird. While I'm having a split with a crush, your cousin Nicola Rush has got shit on her butt. He said that, and he meant that, cause he wrote that, and then read back. And he did it right away, he kept that. Strings is like, finally, urr has replied to me. He raps about being a bad loud, he's getting stacks now, he won't back down and thank for his fuck, cause he's got this one black friend and he's standing in the back. I said I was going to do gumbos. You'd think this ball would know what's best, but neither can you rap about sparking toaster pleb. But you can try what? You won't be able, if my niggas match, you won't see an apple. If you rate the taste bars, you must be flipping mental. They sound like the ones you get at the end of the game.