Tito your lyrics are primitive
You need to get more active
My raps aiint free
They cost lives after rap number 3
Like a monkey go back in yo tree
You dont wanna die, my words are deadly
I turn this shit on and off like a light switch
Tito your my bitch, moby puts it in yo ass inch by inch
And you dont flinch, you love that shit
Im sittin back chewin' gum favoured mint
Cuz my breath stinks afta lickin yo mommas clit
Yo grave has been dug
By Jono the SG thug
Dont come back with yo smart ass talkin
Just leave keep on walkin
the kid came back with some sicker stones
but i'm like the jetsons you just flintstone
your second hand rapping
so you best to step your game captain
its nice to have a challenge
but my raps are solid while yours like a fountain
the pressure is mounting
it hard for to maintain
your main aim
without a personal attack
i ain't gonna retaliate you obviously on crack
i'm the king and no it ain't cause i'm black
its cause you white
and homo that is
redefining a cockfight
with boys Oli and TF10
three self proclaimed kings dressing as mailmen
Jono let the males in
what they do next is too much of a sin
hard to contemplate
with all that hate for the king you can really relate
but you still moan when you suffer your fate
Don't even act like you a SG thug
you filthy bug, you still felt these slugs
you turn your back, diss us and still claim love
get out of here and don't forget your assplug
i'm just assuming is it the beer you consuming
or am i standing too far do you need to zoom in
then say so and all is forgiven
