@stylekid,
With those kind of rhymes, they could publish your diaries
If being a bitch was crime, you’d gain notoriety
Every day I log in, I hear the same old whinin’
You can’t even swear without effin’ and blindin’
Pay me this, pay me that, stop it! It’s a flop
This is why Timbaland got bored with hip-hop
They call you a loner in your town? You must have it real bad
Especially if you’ve just been walked out on by your Dad
You can cuss my name, but you can’t jock my ****
You don’t know who Nick Griffin is? Look on the Net
Papa Smurf, ‘cause you’re growin’ too old
Here, let me give you a tissue for that cold
Your rhymes are too violent, that’s why you’re wheezin’
Your jokes are ill, that’s why you’re sneezin’
I don’t know why able2know let you post those rhymes online
You write some long ****, but me, I bide my time
And I don’t care what you think of my alias
You talk about green so much, you belong with the aliens
If you’re worse than HIV, then you must be untouchable
It’s like nobody wants to touch you
You talk about your dick like you want to stroke it
Stop thinking with it and use your head, focus!
You talk about drugs so much " you must be an addict
Don’t you know drug poppin’ is a bad habit?
You must be fucked like a jack rabbit!
Go and check yourself into rehab, bitch
We all know rappers get arrested for being stupid
Gangsters get jailed for being so foolish
Mobsters get nailed by the F.B.I.
And you wanna be any one of them? Go ahead and die!
‘Cos we all know what happens to MC’s who cross the line
They don’t even live long enough to see the sun shine
That’s why I don’t listen to gangsta rap anymore
Too much of it makes your fuckin’ head sore
You’re not a pimp, you’re a retard
Comin’ on here tryin’ be hard
Come on " we all know that won’t wash
‘Cos you know weak MC’s get wiped out in a flush
So go on " think of another comeback
Rap your garbage at me while holdin’ on your nutsack
Talk about how you **** my bitch
Talk about how you smoke that ****
Talk about how you drive those cars
Talk about how you’re gonna write more bars
Talk about how you got thrown in the Supermax
Talk about how your hands got boobs attached
Talk away, keep it real! Act like a dork!
Try and be a gangster! Go ahead! Talk!
And yes, I am a bloke, and I say it proudly
I got nothing against Yanks, but you’re just too lousy
I am British, and Britain is my country!
Oh, you wanna make fun of that too, honkey?!