Originally posted by Dom
I notice you all say "bitch" "hoe" and "yo" a lot
Yo Yo Yo bitch hoe...
Yo bitch hoe, just get the fugg out,
This thread's for ryhming, wars and call-outs,
If you've got nothing to say then keep your mouth shut,
Leave the real stuff to the OG's and real thugs,
No one's gonna rep you for posting that crap,
Cut the chat,
If your not gonna rap,
Go back home to your 1 bedroom flat,
Open your wrap and start smoking your crack,
Choke and collapse,
Your broke and your fat,
Your bedroom's infested with roaches and rats,
Bottles and caps,
Fecees of the cat that you stroke on your lap,
You're a joke and your whack,
Your like bitches that are blowing on blacks,
There's no goin back,
You steal and snatch all your meals and snacks,
Your not real in this field your wax,
I'll reveal your facts,
You walk around street in heels and rags,
Screaming "kill those fags",
Pushing a trolley that is filled with bags,
You chill with drags,
You killed your dad,
Cos he raped you bad and you was just a lad,
So don't feel bad,
It's his fault that your mother is a slag,
Thats why your brother sucks dick and gags,
And why you're still surviving on dribs and drabs,
And why you've only seen pussy in vids and mags,
And why you screw under age boys and brag,
And why you still tell lies and blag,
You're a part of the broken home fad,
I've got plenty to add,
You're empty and sad,
You've got a lot less than plenty of swagg,
You wish that had,
A life, a brain and a friend to call Brad,
And a pair of ball bags,
A big TV to watch CBBC and see all the cool ads,
Enough money to pop tags,
On new pairs of underpants and handbags,
A wife from Baghdad, who owns a big pad,
1 donkey, 2 cows and 3 stags,
A big garden that has got a swing in it-
And the burnt out remains of what was 2 jags,
The truth hurts like it stabs,
I throw 24-lyrcal-hit-combos and not jabs,
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