Surfin this board to see that Captain is back, Sig that says Champion, Yo, son that's whack. Always telling me bout textin girls for a fling, But the guy caught herpies from a used cock ring.
Nobody is taking themselves seriously! I'm currently listening to Happiness is a warm gun - so go figure?
Samiola is in busting up the place Little bit of drum and a little bit of bass All your lyrics are sounding pony and **** You always find Sami hanging out tha back of it
You think you're tight, but in fact your just wack Lyrics so queer its like you're on smack Perhaps you should go back to what you used to be Shagging an elephant in a massive teepee. Does that even make sense!?
Yo yo, ma womans got a big boob she swings it at me when im in the mood yo shes gonna slam them down on ma big face Am I a good rapper?
Captain is the old moniker, Quaver in with the new, Better put a sock in it, before I burn you like a jew, No chance of getting herpies, or that sting when you pee, unlike you though, we all know you've got H-I-V
Bore off Sami, you millwall pikey runt You look like you're from Toy Story 3, Big Baby looking ****, It's easy to demolish Sami, his rhymes make no sense Unlike me though, my rhymes are ****ing immense.
Look at this kid, he's got visions of greatness, Face it, your a washout, got a job as a waitress. Short skirt, tight top, trying to make a few buck. I give you ten dolla for a sucky suck.
Shut up Quaver you think your so sick You aint even a raver and sound like a prick You call me a pikey but really your the bait This weeks My Big Fat Gypsy wedding is filmed in Margate!
And with that rhyme you proved it, knew you were queer Surprised you didn't offer me 20, and take it in the rear Why don't you go and find TBOK, I'm sure he'll give a nosh Although you're from Aberdeen, probably haven't got the dosh.
In true gangsta 50-cent style rap...... Yeaaa mmm m yeaa you feel me yea mm, yea yo yo yo mm yo yo i'm gonna shoot you up yo yes yes yo' goin down yo yeaa mmm gonna diiie motherfuckkerr haaa brap brap you cant handle this boooyyy yess i'll step on you like a quaver you'll taste the Flavour, of my barrel against your head, BOOMBOOM an yo' dead YEAA BOIII BRAP BRAP
