It’s a known fact we all know ya wack
Your flow is bad…you just a hoe on crack
The king of punches comes to wring your dumbness
Out of you mings for fun ness…I even bring the thunders
I cant see your progress but I see ya flow stress
To maintain finesse now your brains depressed
Think your brave to test the best…regret
You claimed you mess with dy…don’t deny only I can save ya rep
Not even started on you…only few lines through
And are you blind to the music that you rhyme to
Why don’t you tell everyone im the reason you rap
Peoples ears are bleedin cos they hearin that crap
That you mumble on tracks…we lose intrest
2 seconds into your music…usless spits you express
Your sitting alone, I guess
You cant deliver a song…I can if you gimme your home address
Im tall me fighting in a brawl
Is mental…shaun level is higher than ya balls (ya rebel)
Im appauled at you trying to spit
With no desire to quit…firing lines at dynamic ya tit
I know you say im incredible
But mate a medical is the way you headin after hating terrible
Heres a tip for ya tracks…take both ya genitals
Some tape and to create hope…rope a weight to ya testicles
This herbs askin for beats…so I search for the crappest
Wheres his manners…hes scared he will get merked with the madness
I prepare for the wackest herb to attack
I gotta bird that’ll rap better words than ya verse has in ya track
A quick written…av threw Sutton together
While im over the moon I leave you under the weather
When you first learnt words your nerves were firm
But im always underground like a scared earthworm
Acapella: 1.40
What you’ve writ is faulty…I think ya spit is salty
What you been swallowin walshy…oops I forgot hes just a kid whos not g
Seems like ya holdin back or scared to talk
I think this baby will ‘stand a better chance’ when he learns to walk
Beat Change
Im about to get mainstream on your ass without jissin on ya bum
Im like a kid with wrappin paper…rippin you for fun
Droppin this kid…got him stopping his spit
He aint shooting his mate…but hes poppin his lid
Got you bobbin to this…like am the hottest with this
Av elevated to the sky…why aint he started to lift
I have a tight message that ive started to spit
That you got no mic presence…ya mic wasn’t a gift
Now I deny ya moderate…so why u wana spit
Im amazingly amazing…an ya style is opposite
Theres a illness goin round…I badly wana live
You aint caught this illness yet…im sadly positive
Course you mourn really…for callin shaun silly
Im appauled and resort to call you prawn willy
Bring harm to ya neck…its hard to respect
A kid who passes out tracks around archbishop beck
ACAPELLA
You feel weak tonight…aint even speakin right
Haha a bet hes shit himself…I thought a cud smell leakin shite
Aint been through puberty…remember who he is
A stupid kid with a face as smooth as drus pits
This is my first hello to jaydio
I wear gangsta jeans and baggy Ts…you wear a baby grow
You’re an ugly kid…aint had sex at all
You got bare balls…and I aint talking about panda testicles
