Wrong turn

INTRO Amp this is crazy! Yeah thats what, thats what I mean man like Man are from the same place but they ain't from the ill side of town So, like them man can just stand like they're repping the ends But boy we all know the truth like They're going overboard like....... VERSE 1 Fuck a sailor, CD on sale without a mast One man show he don't even need a cast But still able to put your body in a cast He does it physically not with a spell that he casts He does it whether your full or half-caste Cos most of these rappers these days is half-assed You can see me when you see me or can see me with the semi attached Hopping in to your semi detached And its the the real ting fam not a fake one silly There's only one of you but your nine milli vanilli Which means you an imposter You don't have to say a word I can assess you wear a dress by your posture Lyrics are deft defying as well as self gratifying I straighten niggas out when I'm applying the iron So thats full steam ahead with a little bit of spray And you know where I rep all day What more should I say?........yeah MIDTRO Them man don't even know the ill side of town They don't even know about nothing man They all fucking playing in videos like they do And they fucking don't VERSE 2 To capture the rapture to fracture the rapture they snapped ya Inebriated with your jewels alleviated, and they can't believe he ate it How's he washing down his meal? With oasis off the shelf on another level still! The lyrical skill is sexual pleasing He won't wash his willy so he's easing the cheese in And she's on her knees and outside is freezing But he's still rock hard distributing rock hard It's embarrassing harassing him for clashing then They only wanna verbalise he'll end up mashing them They won't get the lyrics its embarrassing Like "5,9" my competition pale in comparison Put the beat on i'll do my thing to it Me and rap's is a marriage what I say has a ring to it A lyrical imprint now that never fades I got this forever... like aids What more can I say......yeah OUTRO Boy i'd like to say I'm back and all that shit But thats some bogus cliche'd shit man You niggas done know like VERSE 3 See cos I'm a beast that's about to have a feast That's word to my niece my rhymes ain't phat they're obese You might have trouble trying to work them out You see they're lazy as well as fucking crazy My spontaneity will destroy all your gaiety See I'm the party pooper that appears with the shooter See I'm black and I will screw the black Victor Meldrew Leaving bodies with mildew I don't spit I do spew