Take that motherfucker!
Smooth mover, deadly with manoeuvre
Kill Bill samurai, running right through ya
Smooth mover, deadly with manoeuvre
Kill Bill samurai, running right (runnin' runnin')
Smooth mover, deadly with manoeuvres
No tools on the belt, but I'm improving
Fine like the wine that you sip when you dine
I'm Michelin rated and my stars aligned
Used to be 4 cyl's, now v10s
As the money goes up so do RPMs
I'm the Dom-Dadda, AKA Boom-BADDA
The pop rocker, the shot caller, your father
Hit the backstreets, yo', come at me
Do not sass me, cuz I get nasty
Oh, I'ma knock you out cold if you battle me
Sub Zero, that's a fatality
Venues in London, uh, they stay packed
Seeing it live yo, yuh, you get stacked
Blocked like Lego, head hit the pillow
Brae with the flavor, yeah, he keep it Haribo
Smooth mover, deadly with manoeuvre
Kill Bill samurai, running right through ya
Smooth mover, deadly with manoeuvre
Kill Bill samurai, running right through ya
Take that motherfucker!
(You sure there's going be one more unpleasant surprise before we're done?)
(God damn!)
Ding ding! The bell has rung
You flat on the mat while I'm kissing my guns
Look to the sky and pray for hope
I'ma toss your ass from the very top rope
The doctors in, give me an instrumental
Nunchuck swinging, boy, I'm crazy mental
Smoking you lames like a pack of menthols
This whip is cash, no it's not a rental
Yo, born from a fire, elemental
You a dull pencil
Walking on my own path, got no stencil
Fold you like a pretzel
Now I'm sitting in a green room drinking Shirley Temples
Yuh, yeah, you know we stay whack
Bang, bang, sumo the beat cuz it's fat
Move quick, fast, it's time for payback
Kill Bill samurai, bitch take that
Smooth mover, deadly with manoeuvre
Kill Bill samurai, running right through ya
Smooth mover, deadly with manoeuvre
Kill Bill samurai, running right through ya
Take that motherfucker!
Take, take, t-take that motherfucker!
Take that motherfucker!
Take, take, t-take that motherfucker!
(But I'm not a rapper)
