Ah, this were back in the summer, moy lad. Moyself and Mister Oira had arrselves a battle consisting of sixty seconds of arr illest disses. This 'ere was moine.
(note: I am not Cornish)
rap english that is all
Ira-pleads "don't let me die oh please!"
To the nicer side of me
But he fails and I'ma leave you there with open wounds, look back and say goodbye and leave
Neglect you by the street; don't worry though, you'll die a G
Are you still crying? Jeez I'll need to blow your head off now
Just to stop the damn screaming, what you so upset about?
I hear Vile the villain wants a battle, I'll be chilling
Inside of England US motherfucker, dollar? try a shilling
I am willing to ensure Ira's still in intensive care
by the year 3k, and when he heals is left in there
By careless nurses, Docs and shit with prior appointment
Trying to treat his Req-wounds by buying him ointment
Diss me in audio? Let's hear your next material
You're so corny Kellogg's use you as breakfast cereal
That heartless bastard Req rammed your arse damned fast with a car
"That's How ViLe Was Torn Apart!"
