Armpit Sniffer

From the depths of the darkness, the stench of my armpits Infected the brain of you dead little arse licks

Fuck your opinion on who's said the hardest I'll split you in half with a few dozen calf kicks

Your crew is retarded and moving disastrous not one of you fassyhole rappers are barsmiths

Stop with the barnets and wack little garments and make sure your tunes dem are actually mastered

Straight from the garbage you claim to be artists but come with the flows that are straight from the markets

You man ain't the sharpest, you're lacking in smartness and soft round the edges like couple of parsnips

We come with that rawness that straight to the jaw shit, that Cobra Kai open mic straight through a carcass

Straight out the rafters, you're gay little bafters Get thrown in the dirt cause you're basically actors

Binbag charisma, skin wrap the bifter, Gift wrap the rizla, chin slap your sister

Sniff that elixir, lick down a pinger, Chip like a sprinter, dick slap a ginger

Binbag charisma, skin wrap the bifter, Gift wrap the rizla, chin slap your sister

Sniff that elixir, lick down a pinger Chip like a sprinter, dick slap a ginger

Binbag charisma, skin wrap the bifter, Gift wrap the rizla, chin slap your sister

Sniff that elixir, lick down a pinger, Chip like a sprinter, dick slap a ginger

Binbag charisma, skin wrap the bifter, Gift wrap the rizla, chin slap your sister

Sniff that elixir, lick down a pinger Chip like a sprinter, dick slap a ginger

Yo, see he's on another Buddha mission Hoover sniffing like a certified supervillain

Who's he kidding, never had to prove to women Scuba swimming in some specialized Gucci linen

crew I'm killing like a televised shooter victim

doobie billing in a Spenny ride, Uber sniffing

Mister always on a madness You could say im off the hook, they call me Abu Hamza's

Shutting down your venue with a couple of my stanzas

Never gonna kick it with you melancholy wankers

Smashing every rap I done to motherfucking fragments

Never could I drop a track that doesn't meet the standards

Double drop a pilly, now I'm searching for the answers

Sniffing up a gram of dust and morph into the madness

Catch me running through your venue Never gonna spit unless there's dizzle on the menu

Sorry that I pissed you off, but yeah, I probably meant to

Couldn't give a motherfucking shit about the rent due

Moving like Some desperate bitches guess that's called a hen do

I will never be the type of fella you can step to

It's the fucker with his bin bag, wig smacked

Carrying a glizzy and a six-pack

div fag, spit raps, big stash, sniff that, flip stacks, miss match, chin wacked, big dan

I'ma bring it to you cocky like a Prince Naseem

Have you up against the ropes like in Rocky 3

I'ma dead you in his arms, it's Apollo Creed

Have you kneeling on the floor like a dodgy knee

Shotting 24-7 in a shoddy Jeep

They calling me the riddim killer Rodney P

You're a weird-looking fucker, Mr. Tommy Lee

I was put upon this earth, to just body beats