@Dudu C,
I've just pissed off a Punky Brewster
I see where the trouble brews with you, punk, but it's cool
because you're still gonna get punched in your school
Have your lunch money tooken and swapped for a couple of Ruth's
You call those bars? I'll thrust a Twix and a Mars in it too
You don't understand what I said? Are you a foreigner dude?
Because to me you sound like some artist who's new
**** it, you want to spar with this fool? I'll throw a ******* spa at you
Let off a little steam, then chuck the letter R from it too
Rapidly riveting, rambling, ripping
Racking your ribs while I'm rapping a Ramadan rhythm
Rubies get ran like rats in the kitchen
Rattle your ribbons, turn your riches to rags
Rabid and ravenous, ravaging rappers with ratchets that riddle
Rugged, rotten and raw like raps that are (w)ritten
I just threw a W in it, like Wu-Tang
Get a kick out of this thing just like Liu Kang
who came equipped with a boomerang
Fixing to boost his game like a six-inch up a poontang
Cut you off like fingers, Yakuza gangs
until you are hanging like you just loosened a little kid's shoestrings
You got me going like an egg and a spoon race
So much so that you'll have to call the pigs to put me away
the same way we store chilled drinks in a cool place
And for you to get in my good grace, well, it's a little bit too late
You just waltzed in and infected my room space!
You must lead a immaterial life, I can tell by the material you write
But you're corny, like a cereal type
You've challenged so many sluts to venereal fights
that you ended up getting struck as a chlamydia type
I think the women should fight
Give you some lefts and some rights like a pedestrian guide
Baste you, waste you, let their hands reshape you
until you're covered in a million bites
with a face like a disco ball with glittering lights ..... that has a blown fuse
You claim you're all school yet you clearly haven't learned a lesson?
I think this is where the tables are turned, brethren
It's funny because a turntable is how hip-hop, in turn, was invented
..... Let me surprise you with my own version of elements
Box you with a beat while I spit at you
Break you down on the street and leave you spinning too
This part is a free thing that I fling at you
You wanna target me? Get tagged with graffiti so other peeps can take a hit at you
Stick at you like Bishop, now I got you peeved because I pissed in your juice
My "Mommy" bought me a rolling pin, so I can fold you in
and get your walls closing in like an Ethiopian fallopian
Put you in a claustrophobic spin
You're a homo kid, throwing a homophobic fit
A vocalist with a motor lip
Taking baloney **** like a phony chick 'til the rotor quits
Your talk is bitter, so hold the anchovies quick
My notes are filler?
Take your hoe and fill her with a load that's killer filling the holes in her
Now she feels complete like she's had the Holy Spirit christen her
Feeling mighty big like she was Christopher
'til I make her bounce like I Velcro'd a spring on her
Her temper gets high like I smoked a spliff with her
I end up groping and hitting her, eventually choking and killing her
I'm joking, you idiot.
I don't hit women; you see me as a wifey beater?
But you're seemingly a trifle eater, conceited like a stifling diva
until you're beaten like Ike to Tina
But I'll heat you like a night in Rio and then proceed to eat you like a slice of pizza
You're not that hard to me, you're sweeter as a Ribena
You were grimy, until I cleaned you like a Vileda
so you can say I wiped the floor with you, wrung you tight
Hung you to dry on the washing line
Where you put a foot over my border is where you crossed the line
You must have dementia, 'cause it's obvious you've lost your mind
Like I told you before in my 300 lines, this is a drug of mine
that has side effects of all kinds, altering my thoughts at times
with awkward mind visions like shooting suckers up at Columbine
**** a college guy, you've just invoked the wrath of a monster type
Opened an Argos' eyes
You must be the sort of knight in armour that shines
who would start a fight without pondering twice
Well, I've picked enough bones with you, so find another dog to bite
At the end of the night, you're just another hog that tries to ride
until you meet with a car and collide
Instant death is a far cry from being traumatised
This is a freestyle I've just dramatised
and reconstructed like a past crime
So I'll end this now, and to preempt any more of your soft replies
I'll stick my dick in your autobi-ography and say, "**** your life!"
