Full of sardines
Yo! What was I said on the net or blog
You creepy odd
Idiots shouldn’t do diss tracks
On the wrong {servante}
I’ll be inside or in store
What’s the lip for?
Trust, you don’t want a kiss from me
Like a b#tch with a lip sore
You unimportant to the unimportant
I couldn’t think as slow as you
If I did like
Triple the junk you snorted
Paranoia’s a b#tch dudes
You dumb distorted
Dropping five albums a month
And none adore it
Go have fun recording
You that one abortion
That escaped the anesthesia drugs and forceps
All these kids
f#cking {normans}
I’ll run up in your f#cking roach pads
And smash your mic rigs
Like grunge performance
I’ll not give any free shine
I want nothing for this
Don’t sit home and insult rap
You’ve donе nothing for it (boo)
Don’t try to make me a martyr
My mind darker
My brain largеr
Your art slur
You must be lit off bottles
Like Dudley Morris Arthur
Surrounded by a bunch of
Bloodsucking, posy parkers
I never think about you like your pops
It’s whack to me
Your h#mo erotic ghost
Will get smoked happily
Next time, don’t call me for fake daps
Chatter G
I’ll be having a cap with three eyes
Bugging like {?}
The art is sane
But the heart crazy
Umbilical turning blue at birth
Behold the Martian baby
If the track sold crap
Then have a sock full
I’m outside puffing indo clones
Out the rockwool
Steadman hands
Argento eye
Bars hit like a benzo high
Ten toes telling friends go die
Best go high
MC’s petrified
’cause I got the bulldog
Like fresno pride
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