Inhaler (feat. Banzai)

Yo yo yo yo yo Bru-C Some advice fi dem Hahahaha And it's, and it's First of all if you don't like me suck your mudda Don't try spud man when you see man Keep it real you ain't my brudda Every time I drop a lyric I see half these MC's shudder Got the ravers jumping, tell security to run for cover You're another 'shoulda woulda coulda' type of motherfucker Trying to talk your utter trash and every time I hear you stutter Leave your toast without the butter Watch me beat him black and yellow, purple, green and red and blue Now he's got every type of colour Let me flip it like an acrobatic Every time I rap I smash it Haters see me as a bastard Ladies think I'm charismatic Got cheese like Wallace & Gromit Bought your girl a gin and tonic Funny how this music is my life and now I'm living off it Turn it round and smack the batty Ride it like a Kawasaki You don't get no pussy cause you're ugly You just yam the batty Skankin' when I see the speaker Round and round like cheesy pizza Got these MC's pulling out inhalers, I don't need a breather Okay maybe I just need a second Then I'm coming back and shooting up the place without a weapon Man know that I'm from UK because I rep without a question I make vids look like Ibiza but I'm shooting them in Devon What'd you reckon? Let me come and teach these paigons here a lesson Don't try and overdo the raving it'll leave your head wrecking Better get up in the gym and grab the weights and start the repping Walk in feeling like a pussy and walk out like Jack from Tekken Hold tight the mandem raving a lot Make sure you stack dem papers a lot Don't go splashing all the wages you got End up broke like mate you're a flop Some man buy new trainers a lot Friday night bare flavours Ciroc It's cool to go out with your mates that you've got But make sure on a rainy day you're on top Hold tight the mandem grafting and dat Wake up, move it, back to the trap Nobody wants to be brassic and that Looking all scruffy, gyal laughing and that Anyone can win, it's an actual fact Practice, practice, master the craft Man told me I couldn't actually rap Now I travel round the world just rapping for cash Like let me go in B-R-U, I put the work in Riding the wave like man are surfing Man a murk him, murked him and I hurt him Let me go on B-R-U, man I know I'm a don N-G crew, don't rep Don don It's Nottingham city, man what's going on? Let me go true Man have got links to Irn-Bru Bars get cold like minus two Bars get hot like irons do Let me go sick B-R-U, I'm the wickedest kid Hit an MC with a mighty duh duh duh mighty duh duh duh flying kick I'm not done He said, she said, we're like what? He said she said we like drums Are mans dumb? Lick up a man like vodka and rum These man go to the gym can't lift, do 21 reps and Romeo Dunn I'm not finished Raving without drum and bass is like Popeye without no spinach Are man kidding? Lick up a man like beer and spirit Only got one life to live so you can watch me go and live it First of all if you don't like me suck your mudda Don't try spud man when you see man Keep it real you ain't my brudda Every time I drop a lyric I see half these MC's shudder Got the ravers jumping, tell security to run for cover You're another 'shoulda woulda coulda' type of motherfucker Trying to talk your utter trash and every time I hear you stutter Leave your toast without the butter Watch me beat him black and yellow, purple, green and red and blue Now he's got every type of colour