the title still vacant, The Kop for a few years known to Drop,
Young Guns still to develop, I bet by Jan.. Benitez will start to flop,
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the title still vacant, The Kop for a few years known to Drop,
Young Guns still to develop, I bet by Jan.. Benitez will start to flop,
Our Team Is Already Fully Ready Yours Only Semi Get Cut Like A Deli
Fall Like Confetti Stanley Blades & Machetes
And Rafa Got It On Lock Like Stevie Gerrad In Front Of The Kop
benitez is a genius... some freak says wenger needs a penis
he should of backslapped gallas when he heard 'bout the speakin
a sqeaky clean team like the pool, still rule the chance
in jan, we'll leave the other 3 droppin stool in they pants
behold your talk of glory, words flushed out in a flurry,
Gunners carved into the future so watch out for fab and nasri,
out of us two, who won the last premiership title,
Jesus spoke of us in the Bible, we will reign supreme,
therein remains no "Zweifel"
Agbonlahor Crushed Your Chances This Year For Sure
Wont Win Nothing With Kids...You Need To Balance Your Seesaw
Before you even speak, just check LFC for technique
The perfect passes, the masses on the Kop flashing
Their scarfs, Red-White-Red shouting, "Steven Gerrard"
Before you continue what ur say'n, analyse Arsenals beautiful game,
world-wide acclaimed masters of science, where the young step up like lions,
yep the Kop might be currently slightly hotter,
but were we in Hollywood, we'd be the only one to win an oscar!
It's a known fact, Arsene doesn't like the ladies
Fernando Torres makes your defense look like babies
Benitez eats babies, and whether Torres stays is in doubt with "maybe's",
LiverPOOl a one man team, Stevie the G. is no Wonder, even Stevie Wonder has more
vision, Arsenal v Liverpool will be the deciding collision
Let Arsene and Arsenal bring their boys and men
Liverpool will kill them like arsenic poisoning
when im in the zone, the only thing i see is digital code, set the switch to only one mode, corrode battery nodes and hold hand grenades that serenade
lived life like a renegade, weight of your strength is paper-weight,
i roam the plains of fire blazing vicinities, im used to moral hitting calamities
billions yearly gross annually/ bombarding unjust war causalities/ oil fields where blood spill/
seal a deal way beyond 900 mill / destroy and rebuild/ finding smarter ways to profit and kill
taps your pods my wrath be shards of guards cut cha heart
eat cha lunch leave you done raw and uncut frying fishes spitting literature out of pictures/
I’m not a battle rapper but don’t stand far from it
my flows vomit like an AIDS patient sick to the stomach