spit words into your brain you fucking psychedelic I know that poetry game but Ima be explicit you tryna be a fame then watch fucking lyrics there's too much meri lewa u make me fucking sick planti planti kan face in this music industry baka tie yah fucking lace trym kamap osem Gedix you titled Music man then stop abusing music yah twist your fucking taung na stop sing sing long kan ting you makim osem fun ting U bikpla biknem man but your lyrics sound like drum empty na pairap planty go back to elementary u stupid fucking dummy if your words has a scent they shall smells like sting kbidge in a fucking gabage don't be a little chick with no dick I bound to that game it's in my fucking vain I know how to play u pairap osem gay from April to may and then disappear your unskilful carrier is heading towards end u feel me tok amen sqweez your brain like tin cane and throw it in a trash u tryna the best but u no way near that your fame is nothing me Im looking at quality comparing the quantity u ba tok u gat planti but all of low quality yah we in PNG thats why the demand's high thats why U keep supply your foolish dump products