chubbzy, get dis...

[SmG..]

i hurt n murk u wanabe emcees,

cos literally speakin i cud easily leave u pleadin, bleedin,

on ya knees strugglin 2breath while i'm standin there bunnin on a reefa,

decidin eiva, 2slice or jus leave ya,

but i mite do neiva n beat u a little bit more,

beat u til ur bloody n sore, til ur face is lookin raw n rancid,

cos das wot manz get 4fukin wiv me,

u fink ur a badman, but ur nufin 2me,

so get bak man it looks like ur bluffin 2me,

ur battyman! n if ur bringin sufin 2me, den ur bringin sufin 2ma team,

n ma team so mean its leavin u wiv reoccuring dreams of da same scene rite as ma team r puttin bullets in ya bean,

n now wot u've seen in ya dreams r givin u paranoid thoughts of layin up inda mourge not breathin,

cos bruv, ur gona get caught dis evenin,

n 1of us aint leavin alive, both r lives on da line, but ur better off bettin on mine,

cos i aint no wasteman like u,

i'm using ma time, u cant buy it so i'm bidin ma tym n i'm grindin,

line after line i'm writin these rhymes dat r lyrically unmimicable,

n can cause physical pain, mystical change, like u bin snortin kain,

or injectin ma lyrics directly in2 your viens,

there stainin ya brain,

so u need 2rearange ya aims, tame ya claims,

cos da claims dat ur makin, cudn't b anymore blatantly fake n,

u already made da mistake, so 2 succeed u need a clean slate,

but dat aint gona be happenin mate cos ur fadin,

n wen da stakes r high i rise 2da occasion, get ragin,

take 2da stage n murk everybody in ma way,

cos da words dat i say av got every single listeners face lookin glazed,

like there blazed out there face, there amazed by ma pace,

your tryin 2keep chase,

but dis is a 1man race,

ur a case of misplaced fate,

cos your neva gona make it, all dat you can do is jus face it....

can u read dat shit dis time bruv?..

[chubzzy]

no! learn how to spell.