You guys need a record deal To know how it feels you guys aint famous this is sythe i aint afraid to end your life
You think your all big n bop But your lyrics are slop You think your lyrics are sick and crazy But really your just fat and lazy Learn to make beats like me Then come back n i'll see Count this as your first loss Versus the real boss.
You don't know the difference between your and you're You obviously didn't go to school and you're probably poor Your lyrics are immensely whack I fucked your mum and opened her ass crack You've probably got long hair and that shit is hippyish I'll beat you to death with a stick of liquorice It probably took you some time to realise that says lick-or-ish You need some brain power, omega 3 helps and that shit's in fish My rhymes are getting shit but I don't really care I pulled out my penis and used it to knock out a bear Syed has 9 wives He also has 9 lives He's just like a cat Puny and small, I can't think of a good rhyme so this or that That didn't make any sense Because I dropped 50 pence On a fence Surrounded by tents BBRRRAAAAAAPPP!!!
