Er bara að senda þetta hérna í djóki, er að reyna að æfa mig aðeins í enskri textagerð….og þarf að æfa mig mikið..

I’m spittin shit wich hits kids and then kick’s em/
Bitchis and chicks wait for my big thick dick to lick it/
Midgets, and giants, will kill to get there/
Some people even at the same gender/
I’ll play with them like guitarists play with a fender/
Believe me, if they mess with me, they won’t live in a welfare/
Really, i’m not easy to beat, they will be bleeding/
Jesus, these peepz don’t seem to see i’m leading/
The hiphop, like good kickboxers are leading kickbox/
It’s not the spit or lyrics or the spirit wich rocks/
It’s my personality, my talents aren’t important/
But the have them, because i’m know how to spit hottest/
Hiphopers, hiphop lovers, lyrical fans and-best-friends/
Promise me that if you know mah msn, don’t be tellin that/
It’s a top secret, fuck Seacrest, and fuck American Idol/
Mah rap is a nice job, and i like hot, lyrics…why not?/
You know it, i come with the-very-best-rap-here/
beef me, it’s worse then beeing in the towers eleventh-september/
You’re a cunt with a mouth, fuck this, go out/
And never come back in, or i’ll aim a glock at you’re brown/
Eyes, these eyes only say lies wich hide the fear/
Bye bye, it needs no Einstein to see your tears…
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