Back on the Market

Who's saying names?

Who thinks they're fucking clever?

You ain't a bloke, you're a bird and I'm back to ruffle feathers

They call me the professor

Though I never got a degree

But right now, anything's possible

Leicester we're top of the league

I'm having a party, like Jamie Vardy

I'm celebrating too, 'cause somebody gave me an E

Why would I break it in two?

I don't do things by halves

A whole E is as holy as I get

Take care of you and your dargs

What you know about me? I'm a vet

I can kill, I don't play, I rap skilled

I quit rap and then I got a tax bill

Heap up, better speed up

Speak on it, better speak up

Don't worry about what I'm lean off or pee'd off 'cause I'm P'd up

Pigs took away my license

You see all that laughter? Dead it

'Cause last July, when I got a new whip

Parked it outside the police station

Waited till I seen that pig and then revved it

Commotion, I'm bursting

Somebody hand me a little potion

What's the motion shap P, or satis, feel a lot of demotion, feel a lot of emotion

I'm emotive, anybody saying they're the boss has since been demoted

Demotion, look, it's hard out here in these times

These guys have got no hope

Their flow's coke, it's been stepped on

Like three times, they've got weak lines

Dead lines, they've got no shots

These shots at me? I mean, these swines

I grew up in E5

Where you hear shots and then police sirens

Your girl's a groupie, blud

I see her preeing me

Your life's a movie, but

It went straight to DVD

I'm still the pro, bro, I'm still a fiend

So who's got all the pills?

Somebody spill the beans

Blimey, I'm grimy, the way I'm rhyming just might be

The reason all of these hot spices

Wanna season my meat

It's all about the timing, don't watch mine

Just went and copped a new watch to make up for lost time

I've got a new watch, it's a Hublot

Or is it Hublot? Fuck it, who knows

I'm lying anyway, it's an AP

Don't make me get old school, put on my AP

Big up Time, big up AP

Virgin ain't the label that pays me

Virgin ain't the label that pays me

Virgin ain't the label

Back in it, give me the jab like a vaccine and

Sit back and relax a bit

As I strap you in and inject the vaccination

You ain't ever gonna rap dissing, keep practising

You never know, it might pay off

If you see Jammz or Ethan, know that it's day dot

Badboys from day, from day, no, day

Army? Are you barmy

You'll need an army to harm me

PG, but I yell out cunt

On live TV like Harvey

Hello, you cunt

I said hello, you cunt, not Ella, you cunt, but Ella's a cunt

You can tell I'm a cunt, one hell of a cunt

'Cause I tend to get ahead of myself, so full of shit, I need an enema

I would rather listen to Enya

Than any of you on my stereo

Wickedest ting to come out of my area

It's Pro, dig a hole, I'll bury ya

Why in the world would I ever remarry her?

Marry her? I've got all these hoes in the Marriott

Give me that spliff and let me spark it

Boy, I ain't even started

I don't miss any exes

I'm always on the target

Scarlet in my glass, with a whip that'll make you car-sick

Footloose and fancy free

Yeah, I'm back on the market

A platinum artist

But I'll still shit on your carpet, back on the market

Piss on your parade, back on the market

Money can't buy you class, back on the market

But it can buy you class A, back on the market