Nathone 1st Round :
you spunk inside women-fast,
your ex left coz she had-enough
they say nice guys finish-last,
well then you must be a massive-cunt /
of course-she-left,
she thought a mob boss had ordered-death
when she woke up in the morning-next..
to a horses-head /
she's an ungrateful-slut who hates-your-guts
soon after her you fell in love with a virgin
..coz it was the first time someone gave-a-fuck /
you look like the type to talk online with some little-munter
who tells you shes 16 yet you thinks-shes-younger
but you proceed to ring-her-number..
arrange to meet her telling her to bring-a-rubber
then show up to the place and think-you'll-fuck-her
..only to be greeted by stinson-hunter /
your face wants to catch up with your hair line
but it's a bit-too-far
and with a forehead like that
your always gonna look like you, think-too-hard /
them two front teeth are so far apart
i could park a car-in-between-em
there's more of a distance than the thought of..
sinning-in-a-dark-with-a-heathen or living-in-the-garden-of-eden /
and j dillons game isn't skate
but this mug-starts-spouting
more premeditated "flips over that gap" then the love-park-fountain /
Nathone 3rd Round :

he's the joker type
who runs-his-gums-and-raps-about-irrelevence
... and the only time
he bust-a-gun-a-flag-come-out-the-end-of-it /
you cant finish what you chalk-down,
what you writ-is-nonsense
with punches only good for short-rounds,
thats midget-boxing /
this mans-a-twat-and-blatant-text-geek,
the type to battle-rap-his-mate-on-lets-beef,
then as hes waiting for the votes to come in...
practice-masterbation-techniques /
your the man-who's-faking
how you appear, write and perform.. transmutation
that's-you-changing
coz the material you use for your image is shit..
like a katsu-painting /
how did you get a drops? your music's-trash
i checked the song you promoted and the tune-was-whack
such a useless-track and all it proved-was-that
stupid-twats are comfortably able to use google-maps /
it was suicide. you messed up your future-plans
when you tightened your own noose-on-cam as soon as they started shooting-fam
your drop ended quick, that footage was your execution-man
and you died on it,
which is ironic coz it was shot where you used-to-hang /
to us rap-is-a-hobby,
after this prolly-you'll-stay-scheming
but i doubt you could manage-the-body,
nah you aint bobby-the-brain-heenan /
coz no ones quite burnt you down untill now,
so when you go-to-light your smoke-tonight
remember nath one was the first to wrap J up
then claim the roller's-rights /
..plus your going bald-that's-time