This Is All Out War-Fare You Catching More-Stares Than Britney Spears With Her Chest Bare In The Heart Of Trafalgar Square//
Punishing Every Line-You-Spit, Why Do You Even Try Bitch?// Because I'm Already Hovering Above You Ready To Drown Out Any Sound And Impound You In Every Round//
You Ain't Got Skills But You Still Going To Be Under The Ground, You Sniffing You’re Biting Lyrics From The Lost And Found Like A Blood Hound//
Just Because I'm Going To Whoop Your Ass Now, Don't Have A Cow! You Milking Your Loss Like It Was Diary//
Fuckin Fairy, You Think You Tight But I'm Popping Your Cherry, Watch As I Handle You, Man I Can't Stand-You//
WCC Can Lose To Me One By One, Your Lyrics Belong In The Septic Because I'm Dropping Straight Hectic Electric Spit Like Stormy Weather//
But If You’re Too Scared To Lose Alone, Then You Can Get Another Faggot And Put A Verse In Together//
My Brain Functional Mission Is Sizzlin With The Image Of Naz Sadistic Plight Envisioned//
With Your Ja Rule Wannabe Asses Using Stacks Of Stashed Raps Like Your Thesaurus Is Going Outta Fashion//
Torturin You For The Fun Of Torchin You With Tons Of Flames From Faceless Nuns With No Names Scorchin You//
Heard Your Dad Divorced The Dude, Cos' He Heard His Son Had Got His Asshole Ripped By A Foo//
Sort All The Nuts And Screws Hidden In Your Socks And Shoes By Length Times Width Then Place Them In A Box And Choose//
The Lego Blocks You Want To Use To Build Your Own House Where You Can Go And Stroke Your Cock Until It Stews Up A Stinking Pot Of Goo//
Then 'Pop' In 'Westlife' And Repeat The Process Through Until You've Ejaculated To The Thought Of Every Member Of Your Crew//
Fuck I'm Just going Man.....Not Sure How Many Bars There, Most Bars Dont Even Rhyme....Not Up To It Today.