Listen up u ain't on no mission soz mate I aint a magician what have you got ap shit tradition my rap will be all on reppetion your so shit ill make your head split if you were in a rap battle with me you would probably quit go die in a pit of fire go hang ur self on a wire little fucker you got no life you might as well just go get a knife if I pull upon ya believe me I will arrive arrive why you adopted I swear your mum said to your dad your wanted by the cops that go into the shop with crops they have alot of props and alot of dirty tops from donuts sorin your concerts are toneless they honestly give me slowness how ugly are you out of ten Mate talk to me when u can afford a damn pen all you do is try to pull men if your mum asks u when I'll say oh shit not again all your family describe me of is a hen all you do is try pull weathermen why you so ugly somehow I don't believe ur mom calls you lovely rugby some you can't play