not even a kodak or a pokeball could capture me/ i heard your mum got lost so you checked for her at battersea/
not even a kodak or a pokeball could capture me/ i heard your mum got lost so you checked for her at battersea/
If I Offend You .. Fuck You I Intend To ..
And it'll take a fucking huge crew to ever attempt to batter-me
I hate vermin, so I'm looking to kill the snitch that fucking ratted-see
Lyrically the shit, your kittie litter rhymes fail to make you a badder-G
I got energy for days, they call me the 'rap battery'
I've got lyrics that slay and I leave blood on the walls like anime on a page
My inner children are runaways, I guess I'm like Sage
And dukes betta fucking duck when I'm tucking the 12 gauge
swing swords thats surrounded by flames heated spike chains fourms the blade // bikes in range 3rd gear towerds that stage of caged aps linkd together by bladed breads//
I'm an angry animal, don't let me out of my cage
Caps, leds put in your head, my spirit rips you to shreds
Whilst I'm bucking cops, lifting up frocks and fucking over feds
A rasta by day, smuggle the UZI in my dreds
rubber pills the tread off the bike on to ur head ...my killing spre is like aids i spread
ahead in the rinks i divower cowreds impowed in flanks/ i will hit u like 151 guzzeld in drinks
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