its Jj I'm still wearing the gas mask to stop dem spray spit in my face next time someone does it it will be a murder case n if I can't bery dem under clay n u escape I'll break your face invade your space n your a waste man I understand ur clothes dont have no brand there oxfam tacky n ur mum's vagina stinks like a cheese n onion pastie ull never outlast me so clash against me n lose n if I did berry you I'd leave no clues I'd deffo rob your jewels your shoes your nikies I always scaped with bare knuckled pikeis so put up your hands this time I have a nine it's a sign your gonna get robbed by the random gas mask so I'll turchour you put though starvation and fast make you relive bad visions from your past cut your fingers of with glass stick em up your ass get your body pour on the gas and light the match before you burn I'll find the escape hatch run of with all ya stash leave you as a pile of ash then ur be dead and stuck in the past for eternity and that's y your bars could never hurt me murk me at christmas ull be the turkey n maybe ur raplyrices were a little bit nerdy u heard me