Funky Sailor

Look

They ain't my dogs

I roll with the runt of the litter

I make the drinks

Certain man can't hold their liquor

All I do is win

Dem man can't call me bitter

I'm from E14

Where we turn badman into a shitter

Didn't like Trim

But now they can't move any quicker

I thought they wanted smoke

Turns out it was just for the Twitter

It's Lord Sith

You gonna need more than a girl and a witcher

I'll chuck a ting

And I ain't talking rice or glitter

The ting's still German

And the boys got white

That's Claudia Schiffer

Miss me with the likes

The goons got grams

And they ain't just posting this side of the river

I'm lord of the mics

Been punching these lines

When dem man had bars and we called them a spitter

Ignore all the signs

You will get merked

In your mardre's house whilst she's holding a zimmer

Man said he's got bread

But when we turned up, it's kebab and pitta

I got a few vex cah they thought I couldn't get any sicker

Stop sending out threats cah you're gettin' too old

It might mess with your ticker

They can't war with the sith

I'll merk your hitter's hitter's hitter

I told man

My mum didn't raise no quitter

Don't come around badman moving like fritter

Cah you will hold something in the side of your fitter

Have your face on a shirt, TV and sticker

They can't play with the flows

Mine come with punch and kicker

Everyone street until it gets street

Now man are on street like pick me a winner

Don't want beef, ain't ever had beef

And wouldn't want beef if I cooked him a dinner

They sold you a dream

Stop counting sheep

Man will put you to sleep, have your face in a pillow

Stop smoking weed cah it ain't that deep

I will spill tea with man like skipper

Loading a killer

Been trolling the ends since Clinton had the tinted black Escort

And rolled with spinner

If it's over your head, I've been going for the neck

While they been coming up short like a broken zipper

I gave 'em a sec

Still got 'em in check

And wore his queen out like a grandad slipper

If you know what's best, don't come to set with smoke and mirror

I ain't even peaked

But I'm still going blind while they can't get glimmer

Man know I'm from East, but the flow's still cold

And you will get served like revenge with dinner

They don't wanna do bars cah these dumbbells won't gain nothing but a punch and kicker

No, it ain't safe

Don't try play cool, cah when I come through it's all rage and clipper

Wait, you missed it

We don't care if you like Trim

Live with it

I don't have to fuck none of yous

I've been Trimming

I don't care whose doorstep it is, I'm still shitting

There won't be nothing like me, I'm spit-spitting

It might go over your head, or wig splitted

You don't wanna see how this ends or a snip-snippet

Cah we ain't talking about films when these chicks flick it

If you think they're fucking with me, then your trip-tripping

This flow ain't something you'll see on these bitch-bitches

I think their problem with me is i'm sick with it

They keep talkin' 'bout cloth, so I'm knit picking

We don't listen to them songs cah I'm whip-whipping

My flow's glue to these beats, you're just prick-sticking

I don't need no crew, my clique's clicking

You need to stop smoking that weed

All that spliff-spliffing got you thinking you're me

Until I'm glit-glitching

In your ends with my team like I'm slip-slipping

I've got something on me with a clip-clipping

And if we ain't talking 'bout P's, then I'm dip-dipping

Sith Poseidon on beat, I am with-with it

Man will switch your lights off, I flick switches

I'm the sickest of course

It wouldn't be any fun if I didn't pick on 'em all

It's only in their court 'cause I give 'em the ball

I'm in their thoughts, but I ain't even thinking at all

You've got a problem, this Sith isn't Maul

They think I'm spitting, this isn't a drawl

I ain't even shitting on my doorstep, I'm pissing on walls

They haven't warred yet

Nah

And I live with this storm

I've swung with the gods

They ain't been to this school

They bunked off

Crisis

Man are missing the balls

Tali

This isn't a drill

But can you hear the crap these pigeons call stool?

Look, I ain't a wordsmith

Manure

Don't mix me up in the bird shit

But try and sell man cow's pat like I don't know what a turd is

They act like my ish don't stink

And I ain't defecating on verses

Floater

Just when thought ish went down and was back on the surface

Cah I am the shit

And when I hit the fan, these flies won't know how to word it

Eskiman flow

Check the size of this girth shaped gherkin

Tali

I do do me

And you can judge me when you're perfect