Lyrics
If were talking about ill lines, I wont lie uve got those,
Ur so ill wen ur rappin, u sound like you’ve got a blocked nose!
And whats more, this pigs a waste of listenin,
The only time I feel ur spits is when ur bacon’s sizzling! (tssss)
Ur from west midlands, but perform in Notts rappin?
I think u got it twisted, u got the crowd in knots laughin
Lets talk about sales, cos something aint right!
Im beating 7 up, like my names sprite!
U flow like treacle, I aint kiddin u sound gay bro!
Sir suck-a-lot and his nights in the round A-Hole
i serve u up on platter son,as if I was the naked chef,
I already got this battle won, in the time you took to take a breath!
Im a king, an ace, in this game, u getting eatin, consumed!
Cos triple 7 could beat me, if we were playing pontoon!
Ur weak motherfucker, the whole site knows it!
Quit rappin, put a claim in for asbestosis,
Asthma, angina , caterax, a coma
Your lung just collapsed, we need an active donor!
Kid you getting crushed like a clove of garlic,
Im so layed back my rhymes are so lethargic,
That I could stop any minute and no one would notice buddy!
Cos theyre all still laughin at ur name being woody!
(changed some bits for better sounding purposes)
