Sorry for the language When your in Rotherham sucking on cocks, What you gonna do when we come with the Glocks? When you see him he'll get down, And shine it, But I don't advise it, But he just denies it, He sees an arse and he jumps inside it, It was like prostitution was the last solution so he tried it, He tried to hide it, Fascinated with an anus, Can you do ten times ten? You'll be famous, I won't blow like Dylan, You counterfeit villain, Go back to sniffing crushed up lines of penicillin, I've been here since raider was first invented, I said you was shit and I seriously meant it, Remember that time in ministry you told me to fuck Doggsy? Well I will not fake PYG to the grave, They gave me the name, On the streets that's where I remain, Doggsy took me from the streets to the stage. Sorry about the language it was the only thing that rhymed.
I would kill him, nah if it was a poem sexual no but if it was anything else sexual then yea I would rage