God Of War
01-26-2013, 06:12 PM
posted on 05-04-2007
Mc Pokey Bum Wank
fuck it, am hotter than the way Satans prepered hell
you makin an AIM's the only way youll make a name for yerself
emmmmm, yer more retarded than ma downie brother Glen
yer like that John Carpenter flick, puttin yer Thing in other men
eh, yer stiles about as plain as crisps in red packets
get back-back bitch, ya style - i smack it, you cant pass-words, you just hack it
lol wtf, am on some shite talk, but god says its okay
am shaggin yer wee arse, therefore the odds are on pokay,
you signed in first, when i was bangin ya mam
she was all like, 'pokey, ride ma saggy ginger diddies ya bam'
and i was all like, okay hen, whatever,
ill lyrics - i diliver, like that burt reynolds film
with the duellin banjos, and the ugly kid, he was called odds
youve got paws, cos yer a bitch, emmmmm, penis itch
and am ownin this leauge/ tellin kids to haud there wheesht
no doubt ive won thi, next please.
vs.
Odds
Don’t say you have original lyrics, that to me is an error
Cause you have a bigger over bite then what you see in the mirror
Fucking homo, you’re like the will and grace in rapping
And if a buddle of sticks is a faggot then you’re a wooden coven
You no flow having ass, is not even near raw dude
I mean the British hasn’t been a threat since world war two
So word of advise, just think and pick another scheme
I know ya lyrics drag but that’s not excuse to be under a queen
Brother just scream right now cause ya in trouble with rhymes
my blade will leave ya looking like ya got cover with tribal designs
You really are garbage man! And you think ya raps dope?
Fuck ya flow, I’ll turn off the English channel with a back stroke!
ya have NO flow seriously, you a bit slow yo..
You should’ve done what you did last time
……………………Give me props and fucking No showed!
odds wins..
Mc Pokey Bum Wank
fuck it, am hotter than the way Satans prepered hell
you makin an AIM's the only way youll make a name for yerself
emmmmm, yer more retarded than ma downie brother Glen
yer like that John Carpenter flick, puttin yer Thing in other men
eh, yer stiles about as plain as crisps in red packets
get back-back bitch, ya style - i smack it, you cant pass-words, you just hack it
lol wtf, am on some shite talk, but god says its okay
am shaggin yer wee arse, therefore the odds are on pokay,
you signed in first, when i was bangin ya mam
she was all like, 'pokey, ride ma saggy ginger diddies ya bam'
and i was all like, okay hen, whatever,
ill lyrics - i diliver, like that burt reynolds film
with the duellin banjos, and the ugly kid, he was called odds
youve got paws, cos yer a bitch, emmmmm, penis itch
and am ownin this leauge/ tellin kids to haud there wheesht
no doubt ive won thi, next please.
vs.
Odds
Don’t say you have original lyrics, that to me is an error
Cause you have a bigger over bite then what you see in the mirror
Fucking homo, you’re like the will and grace in rapping
And if a buddle of sticks is a faggot then you’re a wooden coven
You no flow having ass, is not even near raw dude
I mean the British hasn’t been a threat since world war two
So word of advise, just think and pick another scheme
I know ya lyrics drag but that’s not excuse to be under a queen
Brother just scream right now cause ya in trouble with rhymes
my blade will leave ya looking like ya got cover with tribal designs
You really are garbage man! And you think ya raps dope?
Fuck ya flow, I’ll turn off the English channel with a back stroke!
ya have NO flow seriously, you a bit slow yo..
You should’ve done what you did last time
……………………Give me props and fucking No showed!
odds wins..