Taking Names
Why do them man all have to act stupid
Wanna lay bars on a beat? I'll do it
Them man talk smack you know they're using
You wanna get me mad I'm about to lose it
Don't talk shit online Cus that's your life that I'll ruin
You don't whip nothing you're waiting for the kettle to brew
Don't talk my name if you don't know me
If you're chatting shit, put it on a beat
Then put it on repeat
Cus you ain't worth shit to me like the piss on the seat
I'm not just another MC
And I'll let them see
What I'm on about
Don't jus sit around smoking loud
I put in the work and I put in the graft
And I'm still waiting to get put in the grass
Or 6 feet under
Man get bun there's shit in his undies
Might go buss down a beat real quick like that
I Don't take the bus I gotta whip like that
Like no I don't whip no crack
You must be mad
How many times have I spit upon a track?
And them man wanna question my raps
Like I don't have time for twats
But they got time for me
Behind them screens not in real life yeah not in the streets
There's so many neeks it's neek FC
Everywhere I look yeah I everywhere I see
All them pricks do you see what I mean?
It's like they're breeding get out my way you cunt stop breathing
How are you feeling? I don't give a fuck them man are all dumb
I got bars that are cold they'll leave you all numb
Say you're gonna whack me suck your mum
I don't chat shit about banging off guns
Everyone chats you've never held one
Deaf or dumb
Say you smoke bud but you can't smoke blunts
Cus of your back and you like a twat
Chat that chat mans back with a bang
I'll make a man vanish like Madeleine McCann
You're 24 and you do that course at college
I'll run a man down in my Air Force honest I promise
You look like something out of Wallace and Gromit
You chat about my bars you cannot top it
B E N to the Z you better have a bullet proof head
I'll put you in the coffin and I'll put you in the chest
Skinny arse prick I'll break your legs
You chat shit all over the net
You lack this get that in your head
You are not bad so please don't pretend
You're a twat and you don't have friends
My lyrical ability is mad and that's facts
You're a gimp and you know that's that
Ankle swingers everyday no cap
How the fuck can you wear that shit?
You've got drip but it's from your chin
If I see you on the road then you're holding smoke
I'm on Preston Road
If I see you better ten toes dashing it
I don't have a wap so you know I ain't crashing it