Wrong turn

INTRO
Amp this is crazy!
Yeah thats what, thats what I mean man like
Man are from the same place but they ain't from the ill side of town
So, like them man can just stand like they're repping the ends
But boy we all know the truth like
They're going overboard like.......

VERSE 1
Fuck a sailor, CD on sale without a mast
One man show he don't even need a cast
But still able to put your body in a cast
He does it physically not with a spell that he casts
He does it whether your full or half-caste
Cos most of these rappers these days is half-assed
You can see me when you see me or can see me with the semi attached
Hopping in to your semi detached
And its the the real ting fam not a fake one silly
There's only one of you but your nine milli vanilli
Which means you an imposter
You don't have to say a word I can assess you wear a dress by your posture
Lyrics are deft defying as well as self gratifying
I straighten niggas out when I'm applying the iron
So thats full steam ahead with a little bit of spray
And you know where I rep all day
What more should I say?........yeah

MIDTRO
Them man don't even know the ill side of town
They don't even know about nothing man
They all fucking playing in videos like they do
And they fucking don't

VERSE 2
To capture the rapture to fracture the rapture they snapped ya
Inebriated with your jewels alleviated, and they can't believe he ate it
How's he washing down his meal?
With oasis off the shelf on another level still!
The lyrical skill is sexual pleasing
He won't wash his willy so he's easing the cheese in
And she's on her knees and outside is freezing
But he's still rock hard distributing rock hard
It's embarrassing harassing him for clashing then
They only wanna verbalise he'll end up mashing them
They won't get the lyrics its embarrassing
Like "5,9" my competition pale in comparison
Put the beat on i'll do my thing to it
Me and rap's is a marriage what I say has a ring to it
A lyrical imprint now that never fades
I got this forever... like aids
What more can I say......yeah

OUTRO
Boy i'd like to say I'm back and all that shit
But thats some bogus cliche'd shit man
You niggas done know like

VERSE 3
See cos I'm a beast that's about to have a feast
That's word to my niece my rhymes ain't phat they're obese
You might have trouble trying to work them out
You see they're lazy as well as fucking crazy
My spontaneity will destroy all your gaiety
See I'm the party pooper that appears with the shooter
See I'm black and I will screw the black Victor Meldrew
Leaving bodies with mildew I don't spit I do spew