Cos I'm a evil guy, if you see me you might get the evil eye...
"Prancehall you're lacking originality you runt. Forget your teenage disses it's time to roll with the elders...
So now you're going to talk about sexual infection?
The only way you'll get STDs is by immaculate conception
And don't call out my gran because she'll be your next date
Despite the fact she died in 1998
You cocksucker, don't know if you're cumming or blowing
So much spunk on your fro that it looks like it's snowing
Tell your mum to shampoo you, you doodoo you
You're supposed to be battling, all I can hear is 'boo hoo hoo'
Dunderhead, you underfed, get some cakes down your neck
You need to fatten up, just like your stank lyrical drek
You're skinny, you're mini, your delivery's tinny
You need to drop the mic and put on a pinny
And scrub my floors, cos that's the only way you're getting down
I'm ripping you again and I'm still in my dressing gown
So step up again if you think you can blast hot
And don't take a whole day to write it, like the last lot".
AND PEOPLE R GETTIN ANGRY. I'VE STAYED CALM (AND BLAZED FAST).
Fiddy came with little bars like all she had was children's lunchbox chocolates from variety family packs.
Now check out strictly factory-size Cadbury's bars:
I got props from Jammer for calling man Jamble.
I roll with Ruff Sqwad, Slew Dem & Roll Deep cos they're my famble.
On a regs I rep my manor with my cuzzy Skeptamble.
So if you see me on road, you best run, you best scramble.
Look on the RWD and Rinse forums and you'll see who won the clash.
I don't need God on my side to draw bare gash.
I just need to put on my lucky boxers when I go out on the lash.
But I steer clear of girls like you cos I don't wanna end up with a rash.
A blowjob for some gossip and full sex for a couple of snaps.
That's what you give to any MC if he's helpful and he yaps.
Bruza spreads your legs apart and puts his piece between your flaps.
Then he pulls it out when he's finished and squirts all over your baps.
From city to city, from town to town, you give head.
I heard you gave JME a hand job for a go on his 'ped.
You're air on the roads, just go back to bed.
This clash is over. Chantelle Fiddy fi dead.