You little beg, you better pay your dues Come against me, you'll lose, trust me Round here, people don't care about who I'll beat up man, get bruised Man don't care about platinum plaques rude boy That's why you got bruck down shoes, look like canoes Tempa T's little bitch tryna pipe up, blud I'm confused Oi ding dong, ten o'clock news Hitman, your boy's about to get slewed Smoke this prick and save a man twos Don't ask what it is, whatever you choose I'll smash man's head with a bottle of booze Walk past them while they're in queue, see ya Never seen a million views, see ya Hurts that I'm bigger than you, see ya Merk him once and I'll merk him twice You're a tramp who only wears merchandise You smelly bastard, it serves you right For a free T-shirt, he will work all night Oh yeah, you wanna fight? From South but you can't go certain sides blud Nobody's scared of your nursery rhymes You're way down the road and I'm first in line Buy two Nike tracksuits in a year One on your birthday, one on Christmas My man's dusty, how's he dissed us? On about whistle, I'll blow off your whiskers Throw man way over there, discus Really a fan, make you want pictures Spotify, 1800 and what? I said Spotify, 1800 listeners Come off Spaces and go get a job You ain't gonna make it, you're just a nob You ain't got shit but you'll still get robbed You'll be stepped off your line so you're gonna get lobbed You come Majors and you begged it still Back then Koz weren't your bredrin still The last MC that tried this shit Got slapped in his face and he legged it still In Vader's words, Invasion Alert Any mic, any set, any stage we will merk I'ma stay 2Real till I'm laid in the dirt Don't make me put man's face on a shirt I get ten bags for a sixteen But it'll take you three years just to pay for a verse Get a GoFundMe just to pay for your hearse Man can try a ting but it ain't gonna work What OT trips have you done? You little tramp, still look like a bum He's been making tunes about shotting food But he ain't ever sold one crumb He went OT for free, he's dumb Man like you can't come to my drum Mind them talks, get run outta Brum Little sket so I gotta get some And it goes oh yeah Got a skin fade, not a quiff, oh yeah I can turn a MILF to a MIF, oh yeah I can turn a box to a spliff, oh yeah Gonna need a doctor for this, oh yeah Might get boxed in the lips, oh yeah Might drop a box in the bits, oh yeah Don't get lost in my bits, oh no Cause the mandem's running this ting all year