I’m the ill provider, and a skilful rhymer
Everybody gather round I’m bout to kill this tiger
Talking bout your last single, that really threw me backwards
To be honest pussycat I didn’t know you was a rapper
Some impact you made, yeah I’ll take you to the grave
Trying to out rhyme Brakes, you know I’m sicker than AID’s
Straight attacking this gay fella, ain’t Hatton and Mayweather
You lacking in skill? Nah, I just happen to spray better
You drew the short straw, just try and hurt me, the master
Its deja vu, for you another early departure
See I’ve analysed your rhymes and they’re far from perfect
I saw you out in frisco, you had your arse for service
Bro you need to man up, I’m coming so stand up
MySpace fame? Chris you’re the head of my fan club
Look in the mirror, that’s the only sex joke your gonna see
Without fools like you, I couldn’t have wrote ‘Wannabe’