What is he on?

I didn't come here to try murk anybody

But forget the hype if it's on then it's on

I'll dun a mans dance, then I'm gone, then I'm gone

Skeng daddy bars when I'm on, when I'm on

I just come to bill a likkle vibe with the gyaldem

Hotel pop off the thong, then it's on

With a likkle bit of high grade, Dom Pérignon

Champagne, Hennessy, not very long

I said, "We need some more girls in here"

Couples Chantelle's and Chanelle's in here

So pass me the bitter let me get heavy on

Buff ting gally rude boy send it on

There's too many man, too many many man

I'll slew any man, slew any any man

How can you be a king when you roll through anywhere?

Wiley you don't roll through anywhere

I go anywhere fam, I'm never scared

You said you rep E3, but you're never there

So let me merk this guy

It's all in your name fam, I don't need to try

I'll take away the W, I'll take away the Y

Fix up the other letters, all you do is just lie

Chat shit, talkin' like Barnet's a joke

Got some Barnet guys movin' keys of coke

Got some **** on Dollis Valley that ain't scared to poke

Runnin' riot outside the Hadley Oaks, madness

Wiley you need to chill

Anyone I meet if I keep it real

And God knows if I ever made a mil

Still be doing shows in my hood for a bill

Us man are eatin' great, them man are eatin' late

That's why they're breeding hate, ain't ever had a greasy plate

I got the streezy, mate, boy, better start speakin' straight

And when I say "I roll with the dawg", trust me because I don't mean Nate

When I tell a man "meet at seven", trust me, cuz, I don't mean eight

So many new flows, it's bait

I'm gonna make it's only fate

You might see me with foots in gate

You man are still there hustlin' weight

If you wanna book me, give me a date

And take my bank details, give me a pay (yo)

You man are livin' off crumbs and scrapes

Us man are livin' off drums and bass

Yo, check one, check two

Wanna rob me? Hold tight you

Open the boot, whack man up

Go home, play Xbox, drink Typhoo

Bare wasteman wanna diss my tune

Same wasteman wanna live in my shoes

See me spittin' bare deep bars on YouTube

Now they wanna try too

Diss me, but you don't know me though

Heard my bars on the Roll Deep show

Now I'm so much better like Snipe Keedo

You're a jackass just like Steve-O

Wanna know about me? Here we go

Half Yoruba, half Igbo

I would ask you to pay attention

But you ain't got no P though

I'm goin' to damage your ego

Gonna run down BMX like Deebo

Run up in your house, punch in the face

Buss your head at Pro Evo

Shorty wants to play me, so

Yo, blud, send the control

Pass the parcel like Dizzee Rascal

'Round, 'round, 'round we go

And I'm back with a vengeance

Everybody freeze when I'm makin' my entrance

Make you fully stop like the end of a sentence

But if I'm vacant, check my attendance

Was in a crew but now independent

I've got the traits of a Spartan descendant

So, all my bars like a chain with a pendant

Come with the force of a four litre engine

Was that an indirect? Who's sendin'? (Sendin')

You said it, who's sending?

One-on-one mic clash watch let me end him (what?)

Like John Terry, I'm top with defendin'

You ain't no match man, stop the pretendin'

So many new flows I'm inventing

Flow's so dirty I swear it needs cleansin'

I've been established from long time

Your application still says pending

Yo, something like Jendor

Fris, I'm a big money sound investor

Got a couple skengman friends in my ends

From West Green, Appleby, Tiverton and Ida

Big bars lick off your head like cider

Which little fassy said I ain't got lyrics? (Lyrics)

I got bars (bars), they got gimmicks

So, why should I care about this wasteman rhymer?

24-7, I'm an all day grinder

Light up a ****, no match, no lighter

I'll send a man so high in the sky

That you won't come down, and your friends won't find ya

Actually, man can't chat to me

Do a better tune than Skengman Mode and get back to me

Actually, Frisco's a bachelor rhymer

I be the best ting since the weed grinder

When I get started, I won't stop

I cleaned up with a broom and a mop

Now, I've got IBS on my intestines

Feeling like it's tied in a knot

Fam, it must be all the champagne

I'm a dan like Mark Anzaine

Heavyweight champion

So you know I had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign