Method of Oria

I am the drum and bass father Gone in like Gaza Don't wear Gucci Don't wear Prada When I have sex I like to push it in harder Strangle the bitch with her I-Phone charger Enough of them thing (yo) they're big but I'm larger What go's around comes around like Karma Fuck the President, Fuck Barrack Obama All I give a fuck about is guns and armor 'Cos I'm addictive like candy crush saga See me with a big spliff and a glass of Cava Biggin' up dizzle kid and Badness LAVA I don't give a fuck I'm a drum and bass barer I ain't got no animals but I'm a farmer Traumatik's got the harvest of marijuana I was in a hotel room with one freaky bitch She was masturbating with a banana I'm the number one challenger I'm like a football manager Annihilate and damage ya Then cannibalize and savage ya Drinking blood like Dracula I'm amazing and spectacular When they say don't ring my phone Send me a message I'll get back to ya When you here me and Badness back to back Make ya wanna give your Mum a happy slap Turning dad into an unhappy chap I'll fuck you up just like a gram of crack Come out of nowhere like a heart attack Don't talk shit, Don't start your crap You know what I know what I mean (yeah) My time turn on the mic like yo D.E.V I'm running the show Check out my lyrical dirty flow I get about like a dirty ho I spit my bars at a fast tempo When I'm On grime I spit them slow When I drop my bars at a rave You know the roof is gonna blow I've got the lyrical magical flow D.E.V I'm running the show You might here me on the drums and bass Or you might here me on the 1-4-0 I've got the lyrical magical flow D.E.V I'm running the show You might here me on the drums and bass Or you might here me on the 1-4-0 I am the drum and bass father I am the drum and bass father I'm Biggin up back back you know it Now it's time for me to show it I'm back, I'm back, you know it I'm Biggin up back back you know it Now it's time for me to show it I'm back, I'm back, you know it You're immature, amateur, immature, premature Checking in this with MC Badness with lyrics galore You're immature, amateur, immature, premature Checking in this with MC Badness with lyrics galore I might knock you out like prince hazeem Coming to America, I'm a king Alien from outta space Come to Earth to run the place Got my gas, got my mace 9 milometer in my waist Time to pop you in your face Time to pump you in your face I might knock you out like prince hazeem Coming to America, I'm a king Alien from outta space Come to Earth to run the place Got my gas, got my mains 9 milometer in my waist Time to pump you in your face I am a lyrical murderer I'll take out a third of ya Don't know your flow Trust me fam I ain't heard of ya Could've been from Mexico Could've been from suburbia My lyrics will keep disturbing ya Here's one I made earlier My style you can't match it Light man up like a match stick Where's his head gone? I separated, then reattched it 'Cos I told you already I'm sick like Jason and Freddy More heavier than a fat mans belly Come to your house and jack mans telly When I'm on the mic can't move like this Man a man can't move like that Man a man can't move like this or move like that Covered in bubbling fat It's the D.E.Velopment on the attack Under the mat Everybody move your head to this one Could've been Chinese, White or Black Man a man can't move like this Man a man can't move like that Man a man can't move like this or move like that Covered in bubbling fat It's the D.E.Velopment on the attack Under the mat Everybody move your head to this one Could've been Chinese, White or Black