(Mawthra : Verse 1)
Yo yo call me a rhymer
Boomslang hypeman call me the viper
Old timer c..call me a liar
But dont f**in call me to whine or
Ooooor to moan and b**h im known to get cold
As the flow will let
My broken pen's but an olden kris
And im already tough as the going gets and this
Rap sh**'s been poppin
I ain't fixin up to respond to
All that mad sh** you been talkin
b**h this cla** dismissed promptly
'f** off
And im focused i ain't boastin
But my throats roasted
Tell that doctor up my dosage
Ima monster f** my hometown gone
(Disjointed : Verse 2)
Munch on this, I run this sh**
Punching chicks while I bust something sick
‘f**ing funk funguses, front for fun, flunking
Unfunctioned fumished fumishness
Only rap on topsy turvy beats
Roll call, i'm a monstrous dirty beast
Roald dahl, on the top of foxy, curvy broads
Talking germy sauce, walk in fervently
Hit cats below the chastity belt
f** the hand I was tactfully dealt
Confident I'm ominous, problem kids
Shoot up schools listening to my songs and sh**
But then again, so does everybody else
Bloody hell, cutting your buddy up in a muddy well
Rubbing ‘em up and then f**ing stuffin
Them up in a cupboard until nothing is s**ing, been a bit nutty yeah