ok soul jagur you wanna rap 4 fun
your raps are like b.b`s ours are like guns
you dont just offer someone out to rhyme
otherwise we`l kick your ass so it dont shine
and if weve got time
we`l come back and get inside your mind
to make yourself go to the police station,cos yo raps r a crime
we'll go in ya hed and take a tour
c wots makin u write lines worse than manuor
seriously man they fuckin stink
there worse than steroids 4 makin your dick shrink
y dnt u go away and never come bak
cos all we hear is yakety yak
like sum retarded spack
takin crack
tryin to get the itch at the bottom of his back
who are you anyway the new joss stone
you had me you lost me, or are you fat and overgrown
were gunna capture you and make you our slave..
youve just been dissed off psych and a-grave