Dump in the Gut (Freestyle)

I got catfished on Facebook by a bad bitch Who turned out to be a little fat kid called Patrick I don't believe in Adam and Steve, it's Adam and Eve I'm adamant Nev better find the bastard I'm not homophobic, I'm just mad that he embarrassed me Hang him by his ankle in an old abandoned factory Poor gasoline on some old porn magazines Flick a match and leave, they always ask me how its hanging I tell em to the left beside my leg Drunk girl blow on it like a breathalyzer test It's the second time I've stepped in this booth You don't have to tell me whether I've progressed I'm just wondering when I'll get invited next Cause I'm about bars, this is what I do Walk the streets aggy like a prostitute who lost her shoe In winter, with a slap or bar for bar, I could spin ya You're an internet gangsta with an itchy Twitter finger Should already know that I'm the man biters Got me paranoid I had to buy a safe so i could hide my pad I could grab my penis with my writing had and pen a whole Verse in urine and reproductive fluids inside my pants Fake my own death and have facial reconstruction Quit rap and move to Australia or something Come back in a year when I've fucked up my career And tell everyone I'm the victim of an alien abduction The living dead make sure my tomb is buried deep Six feet like the human centipede I'm not gonna stop until my name is on the most wanted list And there's rioters in the street burning Lunar effigies They're looking at me like you've lost your mind Put that thing back in your pants that is not alright Bitch listen close this is what God talks like I'm not showing any cracks like a soft porn site Big headed enough to call my first album *The Greatest Hits* Kill yourself if you don't buy ten copies They think they can war with me, over my dead body Like six feet of dirt and a bright red poppy You're out of your element like a polar bear sun bathing And drinking cocktails on a folding chair, yeah I'm miles ahead in my own lane you're nowhere near Eavesdropping is the only time ya over here/overhear Bouncers always eyeball me coz I stink of weed Plus I'm banned from the strip club for throwing 50p's The greatest go tell em to wait their turn To whoever it may concern i'm ready to take the world on You're looking frail like a weak old lady Or a week old baby, I run this Please don't hate me just because I write rhymes like Preemo Makes beats you know your boy lunar is the G.O.A.T!