(Check check, Sinoptic)

[Verse]

These rappers just live for the props and resent the feedback

I'm on this everyday, it's not often I get to relax

So when I hold mics get bopping unless the beats whack

My rooms cluttered with Dockers and empty weed bags

To tell the truth I should probably head to rehab

But I'm the type to say that he's stopped and intend to relapse

You can't spit with a beast that harms listeners

I kick back, scribble in pads and spark indica

Keeping our sharp, intricate, articulate bars infinite

You're not real, you're just tryna blend in, why ya pretendin'?

You're about as fly as a penguin on some ice with a bent wing

As tight as a sket's minge, these rhymers should get shrinks

I don't care if your boys roll with a piece

You toys don't wanna beef, I destroy those that compete

My points known when I speak

My voice flows on a beat

I'm the illest round here so avoid boastin' at me

Lunar's aggy like Kim, I jack you for the pad you're writin' your battle rhymes in

You're only rappin' like him when you're fantasizin'

In reality your chance is quite slim

So when you grab the mic sing

You flop like a paralysed limb while my flow's so heavy it makes passers-by limp

As the sands of time sink, word travels by wind, like dragonfly wings across the land as eyes blink

Sleepers catch a slight glimpse of how a mastermind thinks

But don't be shocked by my awful antics

I woke up this morning, back-flipped, snorted catnip, mauled a mastiff

Saw a spastic and pissed myself at Paula Radcliffe, you boring bastard

I don't care if it's bad for my health, pass me the L

When I had my first blast I was 12 (he's a bastard himself)

I don't know if you can actually tell but I ain't rappin' I'm casting a spell

Like that old bitch from Drag Me To Hell

Even if my album stays sat at the shelf

Or it just happened to sell

I'm just glad to be felt

Like I broke out of a chastity belt

Going by the way that I tend to speak when I'm pissed

Girls probably think I had special needs as a kid

I never mean to be this self depreciative

But I never get a bird for whatever reason it is

I blame it on how it always smells of weed in my crib

I want a girl who'll pretend my penis is big

I've got a goal, I'm searching, I'm so determined

I wanna bone a virgin til' her toes are curling and my scrotum's hurting

The reason that my flow's disturbing

Is the place I wrote this verse in

Sat where the crows are circling over vermin

Fuck being a noble person, I'm a homeless urchin

Sofa-surfing in the clothes I've got to go to work in

I ain't nothin' but a nasty slob

I'll track down your yard with a bunch of angry yobs

But the front and back were locked

So I jumped through the window and fucked the family dog

Jacked the piggy bank for how much a taxi cost

And I'm the one that rang the cops

For you to write them verses is futile and worthless

Cos' all that bullshit was whack the first time I heard it

You're riddled in whackness and I'm allergic

I'm gettin' violent urges

I'll stick a hypodermic needle in your eye and squirt it

The type to burn spliffs inside of churches and swipe their purses

While they worship

I'll make you wish your dad and brother never snapped the rubber in your spastic mother

And never had to suffer the rejection when they asked to bum her

I'm the nasty fucker that put my hand in butter and rammed it up her

I don't mean to sound like a cocky cunt

But the other day I met your bird and got her drunk

Took her home for some bongs or blunts

I said "I've got the munchies, what's for lunch?"

She said "I can't cook", I settled for some chocolate buns and monster munch

Got her on all fours like she lost my skunk

And hit her with a donkey punch

BLAH