Shelly Anne

Yh are ya daft

What’s every body’s back outside spitting Yh

All righty then

Yo

Water and weed I’m sweet fa da night

Ma second home be bannatynes

Man said he’s guna ride then he got shook

Sounds like West on 3 paraglides

From plenty Yeng to tenderstem

They had 3 gram o right he’s sweet man are nice

If he’s had a line n she’s had a line it’s pints pints pints n sweet Caroline 1

Leave gs paralysed

See me shatter spines

See me categorised

Beep beep man Arrived

Push fleas to the side

Like peas and a rice

**** ain’t even got ps for ya rice

Ill reach ima climb to the peak of the hights

Ya don’t ball even on fifa ya shite

When I spit bars man r like he’s fucked

You would think he’s been paradise

I’m leave streets for the mic

Dreams is the only thing Kyle sells

She sat on my lap and gave me top

This rattys coming like a wired dell

Backa day man would buy and sell

Pressed Cah ma garms is ironed well

Now I made it off music

**** have got hunch on

Let dem sing from a iron bell

She ain’t criss tina agulera

These times she’s just 1 ratty rarer

I walk in panty they wana tare off

Me n ure lass might have a stare off

He’s a line now he thinks bad

Gi it 20 minutes n dat I’ll wear off

Look to the sky and Man I’ll swear god

I’m a prophet the Gyal dem wana share of

Not 1 pussywhole mc shall beat us

U can tell they’ve never give Gyal penus

She’ll throw in the towel like Deyontays coach

If I take off ma robe like val Venus

Pussywhole MCs will not beat us

Attack the whole ends like block creatures

If da bwoy dem come you have not seen us

Whole gang tun into John cenas

Im stating facts

They couldnt tie my laces fast

Diss me divvy and get backs strong

Like daggering a gyally with a racist dad

This for tug youts raised in traps

What’s in the carpet not shake and vac

Ma **** found plants on the bottom floor

You can never tell man about basement jacks

It’s grime but true man bang drill

Bally’s and shanks but man lack skill

If I argue with a bith that I beat

Delete that pic out my wank bank still

The hungers back

This type of hunger went and got Anne frank killed

Now I’m coming for the game with a side of peas tell the waitress that I want a lamb shank grilled

I’ve done bits but will I ever blow that’s a good one that the fans ask still

My name all over flyers there’s ain’t even on there grandads will

Bruddas might catch u slipping at work send a couple shots left ya hazmat filled

Send a wardub in the post if the bars don’t get em the anthrax will

I won’t do sets with a smelly mc keep ya right guard and ya sakes bought

For the credit man will pull your card

Man get strung up for there Amex code

I been winning so I best toast

I ain’t even using my best flow

Ask where the best MCs are from Kanyes daughter I said north