Hey, BadgerGod, lay off Want a Pint
it's not his fault he cant lay a simple line.
My breath smells like lemons, my teeth shine
I have a body like a god, that's 3 signs
that you are the wrong man for this
You all jelly cuz ur raps aint mine.
But then again, at the same time
you try and hate on me
saying you aint tryin
We all know you are, and it's still horrible
I'm still trying to find a foe that's formidable
your raps suck more than a wh0r3 in a hole
My raps drain your energy, and you drop like a beat on a drum
I walk up to your body, in one hand is a gun
I pop you in the head, then cut off your thumb
knock on your door, and feed it to your mum.
I aint british, but it rhymed, and now im done.
18-Jun-2011 19:38:01
