U got served!

[bez]

Ya eyes blow back in ya head I call it revenge,
I aint gunna pretend I didnt mean what I said,
When I called you an idiot, one pathetic loser,
When I come to abuse ya it wont be news to ya,
Cos I'm an intelligent little street cat,
Dat will demolish you feeble street rats,
An abolish you weak flea bags, wit one, two, three strikes,
Your out now, get walking,
Cos I'm sick of the talking,
Your voice goes through me like a lecture from Hawking,
Your so through its piterful even trying to continue,
Cos I'm so above your level I'm literally standing on you,
Once friends now enemys but I cant complain,
The feelings done changed and nothing remains the same,
The image will get burned, watch me spark this polaroid,
Cos I'll destroy your whole system like a fucked up steroid,
Because I aint no walkover and I aint no victim,
No point talking this over cos I aint gunna listen,
We'll box if we have to but I'll warn you I'm the Spinks,
That will knock you flat out before you got time to think,
An by the time you blink you'll be seeing lil birds,
That will mutter the words, from B.E.Z, mate you just got served!