Pichael you will get sparked out with the left right goodnight you smell like shite it’s fight or slight but you always flight your mums tight when you scrap you bite you fuck yourself with a bottle of sprite wait till we see you it’s on sight no matter your height black or white your the type to smoke a crack pipe up your arse is a mic your boab smells ripe I’ll volley you in the windpipe you have a stereotype and it’s benefits every time you see us you take shits start takin tips on how to speak English bc you sound like your sister that’s a shiter a stinker don’t take a blinker bc you will be on the ground crowned a bitch slide your legs aff on the pitch your mum looks like a witch and your a wee bitch soon as you see us you will switch when we catch you you will be in a ditch with a stitch every time i throw you will clinch your dick is 2 inch your mum has a minge your dad regrets the day he set that seed bc your an inbred mutant bubbleheed your mum done the deed with a sheep when you shag burds it’s only 1 inch deep you and your dad play hide and seek your a skinny junky neek you ever give that cheek I’ll see you in the street you piss on your bed sheet your diss had a shite beat so sit down take a seat either way your still way get beat