Oi Tender why you murkin so many scroll makers? That's the word on the road! I know man inside my postcode that'll smoke two zoots - go into devilish mode Turn around, shoot man in the jaw then skid around the corner, like Yoshi and Toad So for your own good, TRUST ME you don't wanna see man on your road.
Is that Tender? Number 1 Bender. If you're good I might just sender to shop to go buy juice. Listen lemme just ender, Im Monk, I don't run out of bars same time skid skid skr skr dip dip when i run out of cars. Might be a kitchen or a big ting either way Imma done out your clart. When I come to the rave with this kitchen move out the way cah this ting might f** up your chance. I got beef on streets but it's 9-0 so why am I still beefin this neek.
Galvatron says he want beef with me? who? Galvatron who? Galvatron Galvatron says he want beef with me?
Man said don't run outta bars THAT'S MY BAR BLUD ARE YOU DUMB Camouflaging in evil settings To hide the fact you can't rhyme like me Or look fly like me, batty boy preeing my life It's boom bye bye from me Boom bye bye from T, As and Bs Boom bye bye from a neek
Tender, you want it to get peak skid skid skr skr when I pull up on this neek. dip him down with the blackblade like man wanna see holes in tops pop off pull up bang when I dip this blade inside his top. red drip down like ketchup but we aint eating chips no breakfast when I chef tender up it's lunch.
You keep coming at me, I've gotta send back This one's not for forums, it's for your head back Too much disrespeck, I can't tek that You bounced off my name, ayy bwoy, get back I ain't gotta say your name, you know I'm at you Don't be foruming, I'm really at you Why should I clash you when I'll thrash you? If you apologise, allow you? I would be glad to.
Monk, im still gassed still savage, lurky man lurky man panic. Hit the strip with skengs and peds thats hazards no adlib man stab it and monk doesn't slip man brang it and Tenders giving lip hes cabbaged. Tender just talks a lot he doesn't walk enough he doesn't know about foruming. If im on the forum he just ghost hes lucky my keyboard jammed because that'll be #news Monk just backs that broom, wait lemme not chat too loose. cant wait till I catch this yute I really wanna leave this yute #news. When I Monk March on forums I'm handing out Ls I start purging I start Lurking. AND HE DOESNT WANT TO SEE ME IN PERSON BECAUSE I'LL LEAVE HIM HURTING. Like dip mans chest dip mans face dip mans belly like whos that whats that don't let me back out the thingy and this kitch on me it's like tender's girl. this kitch way too clingy. Tender think right before you get left. I'll keep handing you L's Lender.
No more lyrical war No more lyrical war Cuh pre-writing don't count When you do lyrical war (epic fail) If you don't like me, 1v1 If you don't like me, **** your mum If you wanna make it about ends Cool, come blacktop, son
Im on rf lurking if I get to btop it's volt cah this electricity is surging and I'll leave man f** like were purging say no more let's blacktop i'll leave you curtains.
Ahhh Monk, what have you done? (oh no) When I taught you the game Your mum said "thank you for helping my son" (my son) Now I gotta bury her son (damn) Sorry Mum, had to be done (damn) Tell him that I'm not the one (damn) No, tell him that I am the one (yeah) Man's career is over and done His lyrics are over and done Man knows he aint having no fun
Rain drop, drop top Tender is really about to get f*** up beating you and b*** on black top Cookin' up couple a** whooping which are top notch He came from forums to getting 9-0 I don't trust nobody but the scoreboard. Im sorry this had to be done I JUST ENDED TENDER FOR FUN its done there was really no pun but you actually got son'd by the greatest one Monk
Rah so man said good night and came at me sideways with a sneak diss is it yeah... Monk thinks imma let this sneak sh*t fly b, Man a man come like a partridge in a pear- Try me it's Xmas, man a man tarkin too reckless, Oi miss me, you don't wanna diss T, Bars go over your head like Father Christmas, Chill, 'fore man ends up at the bottom of a ditch with a split lip, Licks on licks getting uck from a big b*tch, Monk you're a sh*t prick
