Round 2:
listen just trust me one blow will knock you over
you cant f**k with a gstar soldier
your not on my level jus sit down crying
come back to me when youre bars rhyme
escobar you f**kin junkie
cross between a crackhead and a monkey.
you chat shit thats what your about
take a tissue wipe the shit off your mouth
mans want to hate me, say they want to fight me
im on the grime crime daily and nightly
you might see man manz with your wifey
but not me thats the type of gstar i be
i got my own wifey, so f**k your wifey
walk down the road and next mans sharking
look down his eyes i start laughing
spit my bars and dere i am murking
looking at my doulbe L spliff you be turking
you cant stop me from lurking cus your as fresh as a gurkin
why you hatin, what have i done?
carry on hating, suck on your mum
blud why you all in tears?
your mum died when she saw your elephant ears
oh dear dans penis left your mum a cripple
your mum had diarrhea in her nipple
i ent tested you so dont get out of order
mandem be shagging your daughter
your mum aint alive
because she fingered her self with a knife
your mums a hoe man
she gets f**ked by the postman
dont let this get out of proportion
if your wifey gets caught shes going to need another abortion
your mums like a television set
anyone can turn her on in a sec
i roll to your ends like taliban
100 mans be rampin on
i fill your endz with gstar man
we be damaging your mans with javelins
they all get kidnapped like madeline
you be wondering and hating while pumping weights with your creatine.
Round 3:
Its like fam what are you looking at me for,
Ill smack you up and down like a see-saw,
Wanna clash ill bring you a street-war,
You better leave or Ill remove you,
Dont care whos who,
You gonna get moved to,
Man ill move you,
Youll be gone,
Dont gimme them looks like you can harm,
Man will get ate up like kebabs and naan,
You spit bars and they come out narsty,
Your lyrics are whack dont ever come parst me,
Im a rude boy ill rush up your space,
Roll with boys thatll f**k up your face,
Man you wont even contest for your space,
Your boys are fake and my boys are nang,
Run up in your house your mom get prang,
Run up in your room and your chick get bang,
Your like a one man show an I bring the whole gang,
An my names Xterm im sick made,
An trust me i plack six blades,
and each blade is a switch blade,
Ill shank a man in six ways,
Man will be leakin blood for six days,
So blood go get five guys,
And I hope those guys got nine lives,
But naa you only got friends on high five,
And im my eyes there pine size,
Even size wise not my size.
ko:P?
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Round 2:listen just trust me one blow will knock you over
you cant BEEP with a gstar soldier
your not on my level jus sit down crying
come back to me when youre bars rhyme
escobar you BEEP junkie
cross between a crackhead and a monkey.
you chat shit thats what your about
take a tissue wipe the shit off your mouth
mans want to hate me, say they want to fight me
im on the grime crime daily and nightly
you might see man manz with your wifey
but not me thats the type of gstar i be
i got my own wifey, soBEEP your wifey
walk down the road and next mans sharking
look down his eyes i start laughing
spit my bars and dere i am murking
looking at my doulbe L spliff you be turking
you cant stop me from lurking cus your as fresh as a gurkin
why you hatin, what have i done?
carry on hating, suck on your mum
blud why you all in tears?
your mum died when she saw your elephant ears
oh dear dans penis left your mum a cripple
your mum had diarrhea in her nipple
i ent tested you so dont get out of order
mandem be shagging your daughter
your mum aint alive
because she fingered her self with a knife
your mums a hoe man
she gets BEEPed by the postman
dont let this get out of proportion
if your wifey gets caught shes going to need another abortion
your mums like a television set
anyone can turn her on in a sec
i roll to your ends like taliban
100 mans be rampin on
i fill your endz with gstar man
we be damaging your mans with javelins
they all get kidnapped like madeline
you be wondering and hating while pumping weights with your creatine.
Round 3:Its like fam what are you looking at me for,
Ill smack you up and down like a see-saw,
Wanna clash ill bring you a street-war,
You better leave or Ill remove you,
Dont care whos who,
You gonna get moved to,
Man ill move you,
Youll be gone,
Dont gimme them looks like you can harm,
Man will get ate up like kebabs and naan,
You spit bars and they come out narsty,
Your lyrics are whack dont ever come parst me,
Im a rude boy ill rush up your space,
Roll with boys thatllBEEP up your face,
Man you wont even contest for your space,
Your boys are fake and my boys are nang,
Run up in your house your mom get prang,
Run up in your room and your chick get bang,
Your like a one man show an I bring the whole gang,
An my names Xterm im sick made,
An trust me i plack six blades,
and each blade is a switch blade,
Ill shank a man in six ways,
Man will be leakin blood for six days,
So blood go get five guys,
And I hope those guys got nine lives,
But naa you only got friends on high five,
And im my eyes there pine size,
Even size wise not my size.
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