@lil beazzy,
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww yeh.
Can you hear me at the back?
Can you hear, can you hear?
Can you spin me that phat track?
Loud and clear, loud and clear.
Cos this is an attack
Imma gonna **** your ears
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh
My lyrics are a phallus
and I can use them as well as
my jimmy if you gimme just a chance to spit -
My rhymes are just like cum
dripping over your eardrums
put your trust in my thrustin' with my verbal dick.
They call me the RAPist
You can't fake this skill:
when I spill my rhyming jism it's a powerful emission
And whether you wanna or not
You know you're gonna get hot
splatter batter in your brain from all my bons mots.
And that's your actual French
without the garlic stench
Know what I mean?
I gotta keep my palette clean
cos this artist's
most precious part is his lips
and every lyric drips
from my mouth like a kiss.
You didn't ask for this
But I'm the RAPist - I don't ask when I ****
Hell you should count it as luck
When my word-cock gets stuck
In your ear, and every other orifice.
Now listen to this
Give going to the cops a miss
They can't catch the RAPist no matter how much he's sinned
Cos every day he's clean away like a fart in the wind.
**** you in the ear. Uh uh uh
Imma gonna
**** you loud and clear. Uh uh uh
You don't wanna
take it my dear. Huh, huh, huh?
But I'm gonna
**** you in the ear like a mother fuckin' RAPist.