Who told you he’s not the shit? Well, a bloody liar he is

If I had my way I’d tell the truth, I’d let them rot
But unfortunately, it’s not, fuck off
This is so easy I love this shit but I’m almost bored
I could write one of these every month
But to give them a chance I only wrote four, cor
Man are not training
They’re not ready for the levels of Shaolin
That’s almost an hour of bars, my dog
None of which is on my albums
And I got six, and I write books and plays and scripts
Still find time to go teach in the bits
Who told you that he’s not the shit?
Well, a bloody liar he is