[Verse 1: Complete]

Yo, there's no chance of ya hittin' me so scram

Or I'll carve ya palms off and I'll literally throw hands

(Oh damn)

You're indeed on a slippery slope man

Bring the piggies I'ma turn 'em to hickory smoked ham (smoked ham)

Don't plan on taking the game over

When your biggest claim to fame is you came on your mates sofa

As you ate toast and you waited patient to tape Oprah

Then you got a boner watching the races at Daytona

Face it you lame loner your futures dimmer than you consider

You can sit away at loser table and lose ya dinner

You beginner, you rеally think you can bruise a winner

Your chance of succеss is like anorexics but super thinner

The human skinner, the person peeler, the surgeon

I make a rapper squirm when I first reveal this burden

Feeling determined, to hurt 'em, heal, then burn 'em

I'm certain you'll never stop our perverted wheel from turnin'

[Chorus: Complete and Sever]

You don't want it with the ward!

Course ya don't, want a war then it's all she wrote

You don't want it with the, ward!

Ya forced to choke, main course metaphors and quotes

You don't want it with the ward!

Paused and froze, stop lookin' like you saw a ghost

You don't want it with the ward!

You don't want it with the ward!

Nah course ya don't

[Verse 2: Sever and Complete]

It's a crew that many men avoid, for every pen I [?]

Ten destroyed toys get ascending scent of the smelly void

Shelly, oi

Yo

Look at these rappers hell annoyed

Tryna reach top but all in vain like a haemorrhoid

It's Sever oi and we're sporting some broke frangas[?]

Now I'm broke with two kids and a whore that has no manners

Find me on the mic recording some dope bangers

'Til I hang this baby up like abortions and coat hangers

Cautioning slow rappers not to stand in my spot

The clan that I got, can topple any plan that ya plot

See ya prancing 'round at shows slappin' hands and for what?

You rhymes are slack but ya brand 'em as hot

So the standard is dropped very lowww

What's the problem with ya?

Don't ya want with the box and we'll size 'em up for a coffin fitter

The rotten spitter I'm barely coughin' and off the richter

Got 'em nodding quicker so scatter off 'cause the gods are here

[Chorus: Complete and Sever]

You don't want it with the ward!

Course ya don't, want a war then it's all she wrote

You don't want it with the, ward!

Ya forced to choke, main course metaphors and quotes

You don't want it with the ward!

Paused and froze, stop lookin' like you saw a ghost

You don't want it with the ward!

You don't want it with the ward!

Nah course ya don't