Foghorn

I got the shit to make the fiends stop rattling like a dead whore's
Bed, walls and headboard
If nothing that you drop's raw
Get taught
I shouldn't have to tell you this I'm not your mentor
But you fuck up on your first line like foghorn leghorn

So there's a few steps that I could walk you through
But real, recognise, real my parents told me not to talk to you
You're full of shit like a labourer's helmet
If you flipped a portaloo

I take the piss out of these fools like my raps tore through their bladders
They hate me for it but I'm not that sure that it matters
'cos I Jack Thor for his hammer using a snapped sword as a dagger
Just to smash jaws of these actors
And wack fraudulent rappers
I'm that bored of these wankers
I'm a beast you need a whole damn more than a camera
Or camcorder to capture
My class, aura and swagger

So fuck your pathetic bars I'm bored of your basic structure
I hate generic rappers like a beggar hates a busker
I've got nothing to lose but I'm sure I'll be leaving with something like a drunk bisexual
You're a flash in the pan
Amateur crank and I'm making every punchline memorable
So suck my testicles
You tongue-tied, one dimensional sun-dried vegetable