(Read in your best British accent)

Well what can’t I say
Of the so called Baylo Brits
Their weird, crazy, and wild
Smoking herb, and jiggling ****

They giggle and laugh
Acting all so very pip
They’re ****** wankas they are
Especially Fritz and Kip

Not from England
Though they do have a friend named Jack
Witty as hell the blokes really be
Its just sanity they seem to lack

First Hannah said *******
She’s a lovely poppet of a girl
And all this first came about
As they passed around, a pearl

Aiyo prolific my skills gifted haters get shifted
From guns lifted cliff'd to the edge breaking pledge
No oaths to sworn on im so long gone
Folks get the prolong once i swing the Capcom
Marvel I could sparkle the darkest shadow
Plateaus I break those fools out like Woodrow
Over gold no valuable expose the international
Banking shanking got them critics blanking
No thanks from me cant cook me like a chicken
Picking feathers deluxe edition switching
Into another mode keep my shells in the abode
Enemies posing as toads on the the roads
Hoping I pump out my brakes for the fakes
Beef i cook steaks well done chosen time frozen
Posing for ya final making tears shaking
See god roll out the wickedness like ******
All eyes on thee as I spin the Machiavelli
Plot fools get gritted and rock cold knock
Ya bodies slowly ticking and a tocking
See the disco jockey dropping
Beats for the pineal gland shine all thoughts confined stand in line
This is just the beginning of your own decline
See what the greatest adventures incline
Tryna stop my shine but I still perfect divine


Spaced out mind dazed honey glazed days
Looking for the sun where it don't shine rays
Haters looking for ways to resident a stay
But they get no prays over the Lord's says
I slays got the mighty pen true swordsman
There i am again laying with frail quins
**** im dreaming naw im just for scheming
Tryna escape reality through Wankas factory
Chocolate strippers honey drippers tippers
To the gold diggers most think I'ma *****
But I'm tryna make moves like Jigga
Billion dollar figure still rocking Hilfigers
With the Nautica jeans blue starched clean
Sipping lean chopped up greens seasoned
My food for thought most love to be caught
Up Under the worldly display i layaway
the Chaos black Kronos kin to evils religion
Still can spot the paces of a lurkin' stool piegon