(Skinny Blem)
What the fuck
The fuck
Don’t chat shit if your shit sucks
Bang a dick in his nuts and then
Cover his face in deep cuts
Maybe it’s getting a little bit too much
Is this a horrible topic to touch
I’ll slow down so this pagan clown don’t shit himself and then I’ll say like what the fuck
Hold on, what did you say
Actually I don’t wanna hear from trash
Drag you out of your skanky flat and across the road and leave you with rash
I don’t want your cash but I’ll take your gash and I’ll smoke up fam but I’ll use your hash
Goodbye, I’ve gotta dash
See me leave with blue smoke and a quick flash
Walk back, red face, looking all mad
You’ll be far from glad when you see your dad
Have a quick chat, your wet so think Big Shaq, think quick math
Get lashed with a belt and sit with whip lash
Get depressed and shave your moustache ready for the back lash
Ain’t got no cash that can save you from being mashed and slashed by me
What is it you’re saying bout me
Don’t chat about Ashton or Skinny B
Cos we’ll come in with fat trap beat or we’ll merk your soul with a peng rhyme scheme
In the grime scene yeah, I am eighteen
And I started writing when I was sixteen
But now this dream is less of a dream and if I put in the work then it’s a reality
I don’t care if you call me a wannabe
I know what I wanna do I know who I wanna be
But you’re confused with life
And you don’t know your own sexuality
But honestly I understand the confusion
I didn’t know shit when I was fifteen
But I was that young and you’re in your twenty’s and you don’t do shit but you still judge me
What the fuck
(Ashton)
Ashton, yeah
What we gonna do with the beat
Listen I’ll tell you lot how it’s gonna be
Yeah it’s me and my g Skinny B
I’m from a little village in the middle of nowhere
But that doesn’t mean there ain’t nothing to show here
I know that the names of the places are what, where
So let me just spell it out and make it clear
No ones ever heard of the place I’m from
Because it ain’t London, Manny or Brum
Just cos I ain’t from one of the big cities
Yeah that doesn’t mean its gonna go wrong
How could it go wrong
Me and Skinny B making sick songs
Yeah I’m Ashton, I’m spitting on
16 years and i’m going strong
What you gonna do, look at you, your a little mong
(Skinny Blem)
The fuck
Don’t chat shit if your shit sucks
Bang a dick in his nuts and then
Cover his face in deep cuts
Maybe it’s getting a little bit too much
Is this a horrible topic to touch
I’ll slow down so this pagan clown don’t shit himself and then I’ll say like what the fuck
The fuck
Don’t chat shit if your shit sucks
Bang a dick in his nuts and then
Cover his face in deep cuts
Maybe it’s getting a little bit too much
Is this a horrible topic to touch
I’ll slow down so this pagan clown don’t shit himself and then I’ll say like what the fuck
(Ashton)
Chatting bad cos you hit a bong
Little trap beat, little singalong
Fuck that you won’t singalong
Shut your little mouth if my track is on, get my trackies on
Air Max tied up with a Nike tick all upon
Got my Nike tick, wear it strong
You're in a Primark tee, stop tryna tell me i’m wrong (tryna tell me I'm wrong)
Double N crew, rep the N on my shoe, turned the ends to a shoot
Only up I'ma shoot
Me and Skinny in the booth
We ain’t hitting it with you but we’re spitting it with truth
And we’ve made another tune now what you gonna do
We ain’t listening to you, but you're loving all my tunes
Go and follow me and Skinny, yeah why
It’s exactly what we do
