First verse going straight in with hard shit,
writing bars about poverty and hardship.
Broken relationships and all of that scarred shit,
I'll switch the light off in my mind and spit dark shit.
I've got the hardest and smartest, harshest rhymes on the market,
yep the darkest and starkest that any artist could harness.
So my balls are the largest I guess I'm pissing the farthest,
with a mind that's the sharpest, each word is food from my harvest.
Whilst I feast like a king I see you other chumps starving,
and when I fire at you targets I declare alarmists as Marxists.
I've got the kinda flow that you don't wanna start with,
so your fake lame arse you can park it on the carpet.. //
A strategy of flattery won't ever help you flatten me or my battery,
'cause shattery isn't something I plan to ever be..
Whilst you're acting all scattery and tattery with your rag doll rhymes,
how the fuck do you think you'll ever better me?
You rats escaped the rattery, my words are factors factored in a factory,
that sentence alone proves I'm way too clever, see.
To me your words are just chattery, I'll stick you pussies in the cattery,
'cause I'm in my own category and it's where you'll never be..

© Ashley (urb4npo3t)