Lyrics
Im too cool wit' this shit, cause i can freeze
an' still serve a diss to the site without movin' ma lips
just by wrenchin ma throaght out an slappin' you 'cees next
an' how does echo expect to take my title when its strapped to my penis
wit' a tactically placed phsycopathic on recess, claspin the beast thats
inside of me, with recitals deeper than an mass of recycaling
while enchanted on vitamins, an' just as i pass him the iodine
for another home made drug the bastard colapses an dies on me
faster than an attacker gettin' smacked by advances of riot teams
im not fat but im dieting, an' if you grin at me with those teeth once more
ill smack the plaque of an' whiten them, you faggots im slicin thin
any dope drop you hear nep has to be writin' it, an' mahster is frightenin'
but only if you a five year old kid in the bedroom at night again'
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Im the motherfuckin' punchline champ, youll never take it away
cause ill smash ya' text in a second an' use it for paper mache
slap alla you fakes in a day, an' destroy you wit' hemroids
an' legal does sound bloated like his voice was on steroids,
ill slaughter you next boys, cause im never done with
trainin' these bitches from manchester to london
