The Used Tool Guy thinks he can rhyme, but all i see from him is one f**ked up bi
If you got british rhythm like me, then please come a long and set up your tee
As we gona play a little golf, while my mother is cooking up some illegal remedy.
No not remedy i mean a bit of home made weed, not the bread your mother loves to nead
Yes my mums a drug addict, and your mum loved to suk ma d*ck
Listen up!
Spitting rythmes is how i like it, rythmeing mimeing suddenly decideing
I cant trust no one not even uncle timmy ride it
loading, exploading its stuck in my head
all these enimies i cant control it
peace owt
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