The end of Mother Joseph a.k.

a subliminal hoe

Sit down get ready to be wounded.

No one wrote a diss bout you well you’r bout to be included.

Sit down get ready for the attack.

By the end of this song you’ll be smoking crack

to escape from your shitty little life.

You’re a nobody in sheen and you’r a nobody in fife.

I’m a lyrical miracle, bitch my rhymes are the pinnacle.

I’ll take you down a peg for fun. This verse is almost satirical.

You’ve been bodied so hard the burns are practically physical.

You know this battle’s un-winable, the evidence is empirical.

Reckon you’re da Vinci with your pervy illustrations.

Bloody well hope it wasn’t used for masturbation.

Hiding sins behind a leaf, won’t hide your true lust.

Is it Casper’s naked bod upon you want to thrust

You always stare at father when he looks the other way.

You gaze at him so much he even thought you ‘re gay.

No homo in this fam, we just wanna know,

in an ideal world would daddy be your hoe?

Who the fuck are your parents creating a child like you?

Your hair looks so shit mate. You belong in a zoo.

How can two people make such an ugly son?

I guess there is a reason that your second name is Bunn.

You call yourself a roadman but u clearly are not.

You have a double barrelled surname and probably own a yacht.

You also went to private school you privileged twat.

Real roadmen cry when u call urself that.

Don’t need any nature when you’r already a stick.

Obviously your the mother Cos you clearly lack a dick

and balls cos you’re too scared to write us a diss.

Hopefully you feel pained enough to write one after this.