| Garage Geezer
Join Date: Jan 2002
Posts: 537
| U must be mistaken cos’ dis battle ain’t over,
U sit dere spittin’ rhymes like u thinks u Jehova,
‘Lyrics pure’ – white like da cliffs of a Dover?
More like a grimy little Vauxhall Nova!
Lyrics so weak I could snap ‘em like a twig,
Ure poor - walkin’ streets scrounging’ strangers 4 a cig,
So how u feelin’ now?
No, u not so big,
Can’t even get one up when u SLAPping ur STICK,
Confidence broken by my lyrical click. |