mara mara mara, i couldnt resist!
you bad boy, get ready to be minced.
anyway here goes-
blimey, he wants to try me, why don´t I buy you a penny polony to replace
that penile that´s phony
between your legs, yes, you guessed it right, said Fred about thorax stomping
on Mara like Ice Cube´s Predator!
can i smoke your Glen tea bags while you mother munches on my ballbag?
can i wipe my a** with your face cloth and give it 2 you when you having a bath?
oh what a laugh? the crowd is laughing at your jelly tot when i pulled down ur pants
they had to take you away in the "In The Bag" Woolworths van!
when thorax comes on stage i spit fire out my mouth like a dragon
i tell tales like the ox, lyrical ride over your toe like a wagon
and it´s hurts, i spurt, i squirt, i learnt, nothing from you
give me someone with intellect, give this poor soul a consultation with a jew
where am i going? i´ll tell you exactly as i flick your ears
and klap the beer from your butterfingers, your intelligence lingers
in the world of tadpoles, i drill holes in your head to see where your brain is
but all i find is tunnels like dutch cheese
i make people jump 100 times their body weight like fleas
watch them all land in unison on their knees
begging and praying at the great thorax god yes i am bragging
buddah and jesus and mohammed are seriously lagging
behind, come join me in my hotel room let´s snort some lines
from the thorax verses, yes you will be addictive, like Nandipa
on Isidingo, I´m a star like ringo, if it doesn´t rhyme I make up my own lingo
Mara needs to wipe out his mouth with bingo so he doesn´t have to rhyme slow
where did the uncircumcised Mara boy go? oh there he go!
to mow my lawn I put up my feet on the thrown and yawn
mara, mala, mahala, rama, hare rama, hare rama, rama rama hare hare
hurry and scurry like the mouse from an eagle, take off the garter
belt that´s attached to your shaven thighs, take off your bollie nightie
my styles highly, you´za guppie I´m a fisher like climey
let me expose this fake who resembles a hake - this microphone nerd
you probably write your rhymes using the thesauras in Microsoft Word
I f*** up the peace like LURD
people are terrified like pilots in a boeing colliding with a bird
beating me equals obsurd
and I´m not an egg...
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