I′ll murk a bar and munch ya bars like a mars bar you half arsed like driving in the slow lane with your gramps car

Well it's the wanker, aka the Youthstar yeah thats right

I said a wanker coz I′m knocking off to brazzersI got many a girl prego in my young age got a kid and got one on the way and I don't give a toss bout anything you say

Go suck your mum and make her cum man pussy holes like you get bun for fun then jump out of your skin and run son done

Call me the real don, top man ain't ya clocked on I sug-gest ya better jog on before I call my brethren Taiwan

Shit′s about to get real in a second, fools will get beat in a second, 16 I hit with and drop em pop it off verbally kill ′em I get herbs and I deal 'em, not weed I mean cinamon, rob peeps for their living then buy green with the evidence

Call the po po ya joke hoe, ya just got jacked ya broke bro, stop lying to my face, Pinocchio

My life is rock n roll

Yeah, It′s all just fun.

I spray the audience with champagne in water-guns. Pouring tones of rhum for the youngens in the front. Come to our after-party.

We nna get smashed and smash a hottie.

I'll jack your ma′s Jaguar or your dad's Ferrari

And zig-zag down the block bumping Satriani.

Crash the car, laugh it off. Why should I care?

I′m high. When life gives me lemons I buy Weissbeer.

And when in Rome I roam around how I want.

No, I won't dumb it down because I'm down to be dumb. My label keeps begging me dude, when will the album be done? I tell ′em soon but spent the afternoon out in the sun.

Sucka!

My job ain′t better than any other.

A petty rapper's fucking useless when compared to a plumber.

Who can do their daily duties puf ng Marijuana, wearing pyjamas, getting head from hotties whenever they wanna huh? Sheeit... I been sick, vision depicted and since failed

As a mischief sinner from snif n the sh scale

From the district realer than killers within jail

As I lick this swisher conditioned to inhale,

I′m a spit syllables with a criminal intel

While I sift through the literal driven thru this hell Glide a st thru the visible grinnin minister sinners who live as spiritual healers for miracle whip mail I'm a misused literate villain amidst stale Individuals wit predictable hit or miss fails

Just a little bit pale, mister liquor sip bail

To the inner strip with a thick licorice tail

Been a prick hailin from the syndicate rails

Where the feelin was similar to nger tip Braille,

I′m a little bit bitter wit a pistol grip sail,

Through the in nite richtor while I'm tippin this scale Biatch

We come murda dem yes we come kill dem Kill dem with the vocal slaughter dem lyrical Hold up yo hand dem let me see di hand dem Taitai bless di mic soundboy scatter like

Mice pon a satellite twice the speed of light

Dont believe the hype got to see me rockin it live like wow Nuff a dem a talk but dem nah know

Di whole a dem bad but dem no bad like we

Di whole a dem ruff but dem na ruff like we

Di whole a dem tuff but na tuff like we

None a dem dweet like we, me sing

Whole heap of styles we ing now

Dem jump out of the window

Drumpan soundboy you know your wife′s soon a widow Now we know you're wack so you better step back

Lyrical shark attack a make a soundboy drop

Dem never di 1 tai man badbwoy when me spit rhymes Killaman pon di riddim and we dun dem at the same time We rollin' up a fat 1 high grade haf bun bun

Purple haze in the morning and we blazin til the sun gone No we never run son we walk & talk

Vibes outa me head we no skylark

Badman a come ina di dance and mash it up

Yes we mash it up until the very last drop