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You try to dismiss me

Fry me up and crisp me

Flip me like a burger in a motherfucking Wimpy

You diss me, you halfwit, you're caught like a junkie

I'm raw like coke upon you choke when I smoke

About to make you dizzy

When I fling you just like a frisbee

It's easy, he's gone, where is he?

I put the full stop on my page when I'm done

I never run from mad headz always put em to the best

Always with the boots upon my feet

Original bad boy, original street

I'm greeting you with the Glasgow fucking kiss

Busting up your boat, now I'm busting up your lips

Now who's this on the Sennheiser with the stagger

Yo, I peeped you in the crowd

And now you're giving me the daggers

Cha, we can come if you want some

Don't fuck around with the one who was coming from the dungeon

I'll drag you in the alleyway to your dismay

I don't rap, I definitely don't play

I'm the...

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What a gwan, shit they done, doggone

Me live and now the fresh skin, collar is a bourbon

Cream I'm a nightmare, not no dream

I'm back up on the scene no what I mean, seen

You start to rap

You're chatting pure crap

I cover the face in petrol and ask you for a match

Now, whoosh up in smoke

There she blows

Singing everything from your rasshead to your toes

I represent Blighty to the fullest

Even though the BNP they want to give me the bullet, cha

It doesn't matter I got my own trigger

I move with mad kids and some hard-to-call dark figures

Man-made, woman raised

I never played the fool 'pon school

I thought it was cool

Stool pigeon, no I was never

To hang 'pon the streets, boy, you got to be clever

No what the weather, sunshine, moonbeam

I be frisking you from your neck to your uglies

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Part three, verse three, to the black one

I'm not Robinsons, but I'm going to make you shine

I'm taking care of shit

Mind that black ass, mind you slip

Slip, trip, bust your lip, oops, you broke your hip

Now, one shot at this life is all you got

You're chipping to the top

You never figured of pushing him off

Stop clucking thing or everything's gone in a blink

You were never real, so hard ears have to feel

Now here's the deal

Go take a jump in McDonalds

You had your chance to rise, so just seckle making fries

Truer words have never been spoken

I'm feeling pussies dead, and I'm leaving families moping

Smoking like Columbo, what the bumble, what the ras

Graduating old school, yes, you're top class

Moving with the quickfast and the scurry

Hey hey, Matellina, cool it like Fonzie

Under my sleng ting fears bling ding ding

You're out for a duck and your head's fucking missing

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