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Adios. Sionara
I am off, find another
Don't say hi cos I'm gonna go bye-bye
Can't catch me, but you're welcome to try try

Next level, I'm sitting up sky high
Bad on the mic, but really I'm a nice guy
iPod on track 5, listen to R-Type
Likely to turn heads every time I pass by

If you hate, you're an arse wipe
Like tissues, you man got issues
Like audio and visual you watch and you listen to
All the tracks I do and every time I make a move

You're a pawn, I'm a king with a bishop crew
You are small, I am big like prison dudes
I'm awesome but difficult, my ball's in a different court
Applaud when I roar on the mic, or I'm gonna go

Yeh I'm gonna go
Yeh I'm gonna go
It's R-Type and I'm gonna make
Hit after hit, that'll slap like some dominoes

Stand back I'm gonna go
Chat like it's one of those, rap battle tracks
That'll stamp out a lot of foes
Backstabbers come and go, then
Come again like "here we go"
Some of them I know from road
All the same; they gotta go

Au revoir. Ciao a tutti
I come with a force, but strong like a Wookie
Look I'm a patient boy, don't push me
A don't bother raise your voice; Sooty

I am sweet like a cookie
I use it at night, then steal all the lookie's
I'm useful, polite, and speak how I should be
These other guys ain't equal; rookies

He's where he should be
Out of sight, or leaving the venue
Even the men who think they are special
Will see that I'm neat and feel all resentful

My swagger is eventful
They make me laugh so hard like Deadpool
Half of my path is blocked by a next fool
Chirpsing a chick that I want, so he's gotta go

Yeh he's gonna go
Yeh he's gonna go
It's R-Type and I'm gonna make
Hit after hit, that'll slap like some dominoes

Stand back I'm gonna go
Chat like it's one of those, rap battle tracks
That'll stamp out a lot of foes
Backstabbers come and go, then
Come again like "here we go"
Some of them I know from road
All the same; they gotta go

It's that fellow looking swagged out
He be getting jealous, cos I gave his girl the smackdown
She was on my lap before I even sat down
I didn't wanna damage her, I still put her back out

We were on the couch, even got the mats out
The evidence you saw makes you wanna rent your flat out
She got the piledrive, she was making mad sounds
She bosses you around, but I still made her tap out

Let's forget about the bygones
I brighten up a club, there's no need to turn the lights on
Front door? I got in through the side one
The bouncer's on a hype, wouldn't let me keep my Nikes on

It's only me that this chick has got her sights on
Telling me she's hot so she couldn't keep her tights on
So I waited for the right song
I spun her right around like her body hit a cyclone

Yeh I'm on a roll
Yeh I'm on a roll
It's R-Type and I'm gonna make
Hit after hit, that'll slap like some dominoes

Stand back I'm gonna go
Chat like it's one of those, rap battle tracks
That'll stamp out a lot of foes
Backstabbers come and go, then
Come again like "here we go"
Some of them I know from road
All the same; they gotta go

Yeh I'm on a roll
Yeh I'm on a roll
It's R-Type and I'm gonna make
Hit after hit, that'll slap like some dominoes

Stand back I'm gonna go
Chat like it's one of those, rap battle tracks
That'll stamp out a lot of foes
Backstabbers come and go, then
Come again like "here we go"
Some of them I know from road
All the same; they gotta go