I’m a man not a woman I’m just making it clear
Thought I’d tell you before you think that I’d be dating a queer
Bed, spliff, Net-flix and I’ll lay with a beer
But when you ramble on about me bitch Satan is here
Do I talk about myself? The world? What’s going on?
I’m not like these other rappers who get there flows wrong
I get that most songs have got ex pros on but the only way you’ll get across to them is let one
Shot off in the dark and watch these fuckers bark
No balls you ain’t hard, get locked up in your yard
You’re sobbing like a tart and get rocked up in your park
And sit the fuck down when I’m offering a bar
Never censor a rap song or it wouldn’t make sense
Put my pen against your last song I’d make it immense
I shake off the trends and make my hate build tense
Release the wheel with no bolts fuck a fake steel wrench
Confident for the camera
Bombing me ain’t the answer
Come on man where’s your banter
Sorry mom I’m the cancer
That’s why I smoke the plant its on to keep me in tac
The funny thing I wasn’t lean writing “coming all attack”
RVR, Rover Kid, Starty Ryan’s coming back
To prove you twats that half your raps are not there levelling up my stack
No respect then you lose
You’ll get pecked by a goose
Get rejected by the schools and
Then your neck is in a noose
Take it out, put it down, pick up a pad and a pen
Release your anger out you’ll be happier then
Ya work on your flows, switch beat ya keep writing
Ya spit it in the mirror and make it seem frightening
The thunder and the lightning
I’m coming up and fighting
You funny cunts are liking
My shit but your not liking it
Prick then why you lying, stick to your violin, you can get me watches that your buying me time with
Mime like a pantomime I’m sick of plays
These thicker days, are picking litter up and working on a shitter wage
I’m the big estate, sticking a plate in a bitches face tell her I’m a hip hop head so call me triple H
All about the bars sick, milky bar a mars, twix, don’t own a car or park it, I’m a darker heart prick
I sigh and bang rhyme out like I’m Arsonal your arse kicked
Into my rhyme like I farted out a massive ass shit
Haha! I’m sorry I’m immature, I got bored word to webby there was in my raw thoughts
Cannot be above the law? Then I’ll destroy it more and more
And I’m not stopping till every corpse is rotting on the floor
You’re not fucking with Starty I’m tardy I’m my own army
I got charges like Harvey Weinstein goodbye to your liveli
Hood Now I come up rhyming not griming either so try me
Look, you’ll neither come by me or try to bribe me so silently
(No Suge)
When I’m on the mic they all clap and sing along
When you’re on the mic they all need paracetamol
You give these people tumours put down your pad and hit ya bong
And don’t ring me for features cos I’ll be glad iv missed your call
Done your show so cluelessly that your night come loose
It go’s so smoothly that you might get through
Then you go low on some groupies but there dikes wet through
Saying “she show me her boobies and I like them too”
I’m arrogant never wrong always right like an orthodox
I’d really like you to stay the night if you don’t call the cops
I need to repair her shes damaged like I’m Shwarzakopf
None of your business so if you wouldn’t mind fucking off
Keep getting told to diss, these old folks who piss there own pants when I tell em I’m Jehovah’s Witness, I’m broke and senseless, no joke I meant this, loco when it comes to fucking roasting gingers
I ain’t hating anyone or anybody
Like a brothel I’m taking anyone and anybody
And I’m from Hull, Im playing everyone and everybody
And your awful, slating everyone and everybody
Look Ima keep it plain and simple
Cold like ice cream so basically I’m raining sprinkles
Fame isn’t coming so wait and think wooh
What if I just want the money claimed and sinkhole
Doesn’t work like that I’m afraid brother
Climb the ladder mate and you can stay under
This competitions way below my main cover
Just because I don’t mumble and share the same colour
Anthem to real rappers stop wanking over parody’s
Getting fame from acting stupid actually embarrasses
Half of your family, do something real so they can laugh at this
And I said “I do” to this game so Rovers married this
Have you had enough? Of this track? Nah have you fuck
Are you sad enough? To write back? Go grab a book
If you wanna make it somewhere then you cannot back on luck
Ya gotta scream the walls off the same time, grab your nuts
Wondering when I’ll blow just hope my luck comes out to see ya
I’m not sucking up to other cunts who ain’t out to fear
If you’re good enough when you’re spitting your on a mountain peer
But you can’t write a punchline get the fuck up outta here! Ha!
