Think You're A Big Boy Cos You Gotta Blog/ Just One Word From Me Will Put Your *Career* In The Bog

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Originally uploaded by hattie collins.

Here's Prancehall's latest swag reply:

Pay her 3 bills to get in her mag.
Pay her 1 bill to get in her vag.
How can you post bars that are totally swag?
Your wrinkled up boat looks like an old plastic bag.

31 going on 80.
No one asks you for a datey.
Try jump on this grime thing, you're latey.
It's not Hattie, it's Hatey.

I flow like the river Euphrates.
I'm calm, you're geting in a statey.
I'll whip out my brand new ma-chay-tee
and chop you up like a potatey.

*It's Too Easy, son*

I admit it, your last lyric was really quite nice,
But mate, I’m Slim Shady, you’re just Obie Trice,
You’re Banks to my 50, Faith to my Mary,
So lets stop this now, cos you’re getting pure air-y,

And late? Well, lets see,
Since back in ’03, I’ve written about Kane and Dizzee and DEE,
Prancehall I’m bored, I’ve over this clash,
I think what you need, is to go get some gash,

Cuz, what’s the problem? Do you want to kiss me?
Do you say the word ‘Hattie’ and have a sex wee?
The only time you get girl is when you beg on your knees,
And it’s no surprise, cos you’ve got bare STDs,

You can’t show your face, cos it makes the girls heave,
And I heard your balls be sweaty and your dick stinks of cheese,
You have anal-seepage? Kid, try a butt-plug,
But no matter what you do, you'll still be a mug,

Come on now Prancey, tell us your name.
What is it? Clarence? Derek? Or Wayne?
Oh sorry, dear Prancey, But it looks like I’ve won,
I’m just So, So Solid, but you’re Romeo Dunn.