I’m the ill provider, and a skilful rhymer 
Everybody gather round I’m bout to kill this tiger 
Talking bout your last single, that really threw me backwards 
To be honest pussycat I didn’t know you was a rapper 
Some impact you made, yeah I’ll take you to the grave 
Trying to out rhyme Brakes, you know I’m sicker than AID’s 
Straight attacking this gay fella, ain’t Hatton and Mayweather 
You lacking in skill? Nah, I just happen to spray better 
You drew the short straw, just try and hurt me, the master 
Its deja vu, for you another early departure 
See I’ve analysed your rhymes and they’re far from perfect 
I saw you out in frisco, you had your arse for service 
Bro you need to man up, I’m coming so stand up 
MySpace fame? Chris you’re the head of my fan club 
Look in the mirror, that’s the only sex joke your gonna see 
Without fools like you, I couldn’t have wrote ‘Wannabe’