N - M. lyrics

"Message from Wertes All Stars : Can you give us the link of the instrumental ? " b**h steal my name (ok) Steal my game f** that You peace of sh** go f** your daddy But cruel people around me treated me badly sh** im angry ima get off my pill and get on your a** Better spit your last rhyme gov cause it'll be your last Suffocate you with a shopping bag Knock Sittles out of your mouth you hag Im the real skittles you just a f*g Get the f** out of here you british f** Or ill run over you while you eatin t miccy d's in a hummer truck Get the hell off of spittin' f*g Like i said earlier your a b**hin' hag With no friends and a british accent I'll choke you cut your wrist and cover you with cement This is my game you better step off of it Brush your teeth first cause your spitting sh** Get off of my dick you gay a** prick Me and you ufc finish you with a dropkick b**hes b**h, bicker and sh**, gettin' no dick Yo,It's Mr.Moderate,Im smackin' a b**h with my pool stick Yeah i said it and your british accent makes me sick I remember tripping, walking through the set like my Glock don't think Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick You is just a groupie b**h and groupie b**h, no i am sick Sick of you i sneeze when i sniff febreze Turning over fairways, blocking airways, stopping stairways Tripping over you you lazy sh** ima dingaling And i am dead serious, b**h i spit with embalming Write it in my leisure, i rather go shopping Like a virgin, cherry f*ggot, we could get it popping