So Prancehall has returned with (yawn) this...
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"Your bars are shit - you're talking out of your batty,
My blog's KRISSS, your blog's tatty.
Your pum pum smells like a salt-fish patty.
I draw for my skeng, you draw your pension.
You keep pissing yourself - got a problem with water retention?
Your zimmerframe's F'd - dodgy suspension?
The steam powered dildo is your favourite invention.
Hattie Collins: up in the air.
The whole of RWD mag: up in the air.
In this game, you've come far,
but when you touch mic, you get A.I.R."
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Did I call you Nas?
My bad, I meant Cam'Ron
Cos with those weak-ass bars, you sound like me Nan son,
And when I say son, don't get it undone,
Cos you ain't too big to get a slap on the bum.
Go on then, go on then, draw for your tool,
Oh sorry, you can't cos it's too small,
You clearly need a penis extension,
Cos your dick is too small to even merit a mention.
And as for your blog, you should title it 'log,
Cos it's so shit, it's only good for the bog,
'Prancehall ain't a wasteman?'
Don't make me laugh,
Your writing's so stinky it needs a good bath,
Cuzzie, you're so waste, the bin-men left you,
Just like your mother, when you were 2,
Well, that must be the reason you gotta slew,
Women that obviously are better than you,
Now go back to masturbating, stop being so lame,
I've got to return to running this game.
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