No meaning (Battleable)

Look at you, look at you, looking at the mirror

Like some mixed up medusa kid or critter

Time has come, here he comes me the lethal killer

Its clearer to me now, like a snake, but silver

My footie skills, sick, calling me caterpillar

Running with a slipper close to the end, hell of a chiller

 

Yeah!

 

Trying managing me hell no your future? The sack

Im not some bloody Italian, and I don't smoke crack

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

But now I am slipping, how? I cant tackle Jack!

 

Oh yeah, come on

 

Trying to convert syllables to lines making thirteen

This is my future real quick going through to old sixteen

I have seen people smoke gelatine with sweet nicotine

If I was the president I would revive the economy

 

Oh yeah, this so hard man!

 

Rapping and crapping at the same time mining saplings

Hearing of sackings, feeling for kids and their spankings

The worlds disaster, your birth, not some weird plane crashing

Watching football, watching amazing Real Madrid's thrashings

 

BOOM,

 

And here we approach the end of time, its such a crime

For people to die young, Queen said that man in their prime

Picking up the last pieces of our lives, or picking dimes

Thinking were finally rich at the end of bloody time

 

Some stupid people *slaps himself*

 

Hip hop music use it wisely its so fantastic

Is there a reason why people call me Mr Bombastic

Injury Gymnastics, going to hospital drastic

This rap, I feel it getting to enthusiastic