look you dont really wanna f*** with me man
i'll only drop the mic to punch you with the free hand
after i brought the torture you need a hankee
ya not yorkshire bruv you rap in yankee
i curse with lines spitting a verse of rhyme
talking mic quality bruv yours is worse than mine
im first to burst bruv i just rinsed ya verse
you wouldnt have dark rhymes if you drove a herse
i wrote with thirst lryics that blow ya dome
ya aint even man of the house when ya home alone
ya prone to moan when im hexin see
you get cut off from all girls like vesectomys
im spittin it great man im peircing this fake
bitch ya so far behind even ya periods late
look OJ man you just really stink
ah well atleast we all like the drink