Guess whose back? - After x3

It’s well known that I’ve felt low!
As low as a well Yo and as you well know I need of help Bro
Have a 12 stone girl boned Cell phone Hell home and yell Ho!
You couldn’t sell coke to midget Elf folk for twelve notes
so slow you couldn’t even fucking spell ‘O’
my lyrics are well wrote and all about myself hold
it, I’m in stealth mode, yellow Velcro
elbow smash through ya Cello, so tell Othello hello
And they’ll know hell broke loose as if it was old news
when I have low moods I swallow booze roll Zoots hold brews
and use Coke smooth perpetrator of Code Blues
You’re a perpetrator of slow moves grow roots
you’ve no views and no groove, no groups
would ever have you don’t know you no clue so move
I told you’se I wont lose I wrote music to dope loops
I broke through soul grooves I know Blues I wont snooze like most dudes
I’ll have a bloke bruised snow shoes trample whole crews control troops
my flow spooks a ghost cruise the whole globe boos
take off those suits and go screw ya sister they’ll be no truce
Behold whose the whole truth I take a piss in old boots
crap in Gold Loos no Backy I had to smoke you’se!
Poke tubes in the Pope who’s
Happy as a Nazi on a planet of no Jews!!!

I Eat up Olympic runners that flew past
Coz I like my food fast I chew glass
Spit out new bars move past Celebrity doo-das
I couldn’t give two farts for you stars
Who’s better? Who, Nas? Man I tear him a new arse
Fuck the yanks learn to salute ours
Like Cupid I shoot hearts
Romance movie don’t be stupid move past to the rude parts
Hold hands truly I can’t, my sausage fingers are too large
I’m so damn moody a smooth class
A criminal stealing two cars that’s a minimal
Reeling blue sharks crash ya swimming pool as ya woman drool
Well I’m surprised that you’d ask No need to be subliminal
I’ll give ya fucking crew scars in the interval
Snatch a few stars from generals who’s grasping my genitals?
I dunno, I’m too blasted on chemicals!

Yeah…Like a broke gay stripper
O.J sipper coz the Ho hates liquor
Wont they swig’a whiskey? Oh they shiver
Go grey quicker you’re an old age quitter
No weight lifter you’re a low wage liver
A no plays trigger Billy no mate’s kidder
Go taste dick ya Swing both ways prick ya
Get fucked so hard your arseholes made bigger
And as for me? I’m a Coke Bass sniffer
I don’t hate Jigga and wont say n*igga
Yo jays slicker so at shows they sit up
Coast to coast great spitter leave the whole stage lit up
I go raise Hitler from a cold grave kid I
Have ya boat race ripped up I’m a soul crazed ripper
And if I gotta walk the road the fucking roads paved thicker!
I rowed slave ships and fucking wrote brave scripture!