i'm Attachin' tha worst imaginations with my words//
Make you imagine as if i'm chasin you with a verbal sword//
i fucking murder your lyrikal life andrip off your verbal chord//
and invade your animated dreams make you suicide like marlyn manroe/
fuckin 'fa-goats like you , are scared of this carnivore//
coz they dont know when i eat'em alive with this kinda metaphors
and eventhough if you was tha illest trick in your clique,//
i would just zip-zap and kicc-back with unwanted feed-backs//
and spit-rap about mom gettin ganged-banged by your street dads//
and i know you masterbated seein that //
believe that , juelz ' I Smell pussy too,//
but its not Jus and chris,its our very own made in nepal, Boka lewis//
sentence says:
influenced by tha western illusions but still he is a hideous ghus-ghusay padhandash student//
who thinks battlin me could be easy and fluent//
but this mother-fucker does not know anythang about tha consequences//
so i just pretended as if i was "SHIVA-JI"//
and OIE MUJI! malai sabai thaha cha asti panther use nagarera pregnant bhayeko cha tero "PARVATI"//
and talkin bout this challenge ,//
ma khaidinchu tero sabai talent//
and i'mma leave you empty like tha vacant "ROYAL-PALACE"//
coz i'm tha number one nepali rapper and i jus electrocuted ya and rocked ya//
and as a response you'd just watch me and applaud me coz you'se nothin but a homosexual "CHAKKA"//
so hahahha...grab your balls and laff aloud//
and tell me bytch who's goin down????//
