This is a song about "Matt the twat"

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

I'm the operator, the administrator.

The bigger the the fun

I can only imagine

Than the birds on the wire

Of impactful things one can ask for

Im a lyrical juggernaut, and your just a fucking twat,i could get you jumped for free

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

I like my girls skinny with brains