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In
the chatroom on the internet
I broke out in sweat from
a girl I met
I asked her out she said alright
mate
name a time and a place and
we will arrange date
friday at eight she said great
dress to impress and don't
be late
friday at eight she came she
wern't on the bus
she wern't on the train
I thought I had been blown
out once again
all you women are are all
the damn same
and then suddenly up pulled
a cab with a fit little bird
oi oi savaloy
you'e coming with me vapour
MC with da B.O.D
Chapter
3 , the 3rd bredder, from
the UK Terror,
no matter whether
your clever, we still be crackin'
the leather,
on the whip,
while your locked in the cellar,
you told me you were heavyweight,
your as light as a feather,
whatever!, mate, your a shit
tale teller,
if i see you
i'll switch, and im not a
nice fella,
your last release
was anything but a seller,
and i read your Mag interview,
shame its in Bella,
you smeller,
your breaths not green it's
yellow,
your microphone fears
the word accapella,
chapter
3 keep spittin' forever, we're
never ever gonna sever a letter,
thats why we're spittin' better,
im gonna run down & gun down
rappers when i come down,
i aint gonna finish til the
suns down,
bun down green
til my lungs drown,
battle
in a tongue war, win a thumb
war with my thumbs down!
i
got a key, im gonna lock it,
when i battle with a gun,
i never drop it,
until i force
you to pop it,
stop it, the
lyrical miracle rap rocket,
my tongue earns cash, i dont
do brock pocket,
you with
the mic there, drop it,
you
tried bus' a lyric but you
made a real nightmare of it,
d'ya write that lyric? or
did ya bite bare of it?
i'll
creep into your house and
ignite bare of it!!!!!
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