Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Buckee
Sam Buckee
Songwriter

Lyrics

Think you're a badman to the fullest
'Cause you got a couple of shotgun bullets
Don't run it up and make me get dark
'Cause I will chief you up in the par cark
Tell your girlfriend to leave me alone
And stop ringing my phobile mone
I'm serious, it's getting on top
Jeez, can't even shop to the bops
I'm slim but I ain't got anorexia
I spit like I've got dyslexia
You don't want to make me get vexed
Or you'll find out about my Tourettes (Tourettes, Tourettes)
Boy better know
Don't mess with Skepta, my bro
My family, Joseph Junior
My name's Jamie Adenu-
Shh, shut yo' mouth
Derkhead, wasteman, poomplex
I don't know what you're thinking
But it's not a me-and-you-spitting-in-the-same-room plex
When I enter, you exit, cah
You said shit 'bout me and Skepta
See, now shit can't be perfect, cah
You let the situation get complex
Shh, shut yo' mouth
Derkhead, wasteman, poomplex
I don't know what you're thinking
But it's not a me-and-you-spitting-in-the-same-room plex
When I enter, you exit, cah
You said shit 'bout me and Skepta
See, now shit can't be perfect, cah
You let the situation get
Oi Skepta why you murkin' so many MCs?
That's the word on the road
I know man inside my postcode that will smoke two zoots
Go into devilish mode
Turn around, shoot man in the jaw then skid round the corner
Like yoshi and toad, so for your own good
Trust me you don't wanna see the manden on the road, they like
Oi, Skepta why you murkin' so many MCs?
Thats the word on the road
I know showerman in my postcode that will smoke two zoots
Go into devilish mode
Turn around, shoot man in the jaw, skid round the corner
Like yoshi and toad, so for your own good
Trust me you don't wanna see me on the road
Anytime you see me wearing a glove
Boy better know I've got the gun in my boxers
I don't wanna send an MC to the doctors
I wanna win a MOBO then go for the Oscars
There's only one Skepta so I gotta lick down any imposters
Lick off your head like Guinness and Fosters
Can't take showerman for Pocahontas
You don't wanna see me on the scene
Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream
Bare mash man want me on their team
'Cause they know if I bust shot heads are coming off clean
I'll put a bullet in your bean
Bullet in your cainrow bullet in your lean
Put on the safety and switch off the bean
Wipe your blood off my Technomarine
Go on then
Written by: Sam Buckee
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