im mad as a hatter
slappin back you're bric-a-brac attack
clash and clatter
you're gash and you're raps even crapper
ripped to tatters
now you're dreams are all shattered
i walk tall into battle, red eyes, looking battered
stalk all in my path, takin all that mattered
hittin 6 sixes off six balls
right- arm round fuck wickets, hit walls
surrounded by smoke, cloaked in a sativa shaul
the easy-breather weasing out the asmhatics call
coughin up hair balls
fend off opponents by swinging the tall sword
defending my positions like Afghan warlords
seffi blake on your case storming forth
