This is a song about "Chavs are gross"

Thunderstorm while u are

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Believe me i'mma be your god

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Others are cocksuckers, and the rest are blind/

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

It feels good to be over you, babe

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade