Yeah, sup bitches?!

It's Dabbla AKA Papa Merk

Also known as Paddy Mashdown, Pedro Barzini

Shut up!

Life is full of setbacks and knock backs

Snot rags and drop backs

Dogs, rats and bobcats and grot bags in top hats

Rock boats and stop tracks

Shot wraps like hot cakes

Hot stacks in a stock tape with a blocked nose and hot plate

Head spins from my whippings

Dead things on my bed springs

Red rings round the good stuff

And I puff piff 'till my breath stinks

Put it big bold in the text print

Let's drink to the next link cause we care not what the rest think

And we kill shit 'till it's extinct

Do yourself a favour, be your own boss

Make your own moves, or it be your own loss

That's the way to roll, nothing but the vibes

Music take control, supermodified

Ever since my balls dropped every plan I've had is getting pulled off

I've got more passion than a British Bulldog

Catch a case of smallpox, typhoid, problems with your thyroid

Special influenza, German measles in your eye boy

Diarrhoea yellow fever, whooping cough? No idea!

Inflammation of the brain, lacerations in the ear

All my patients disappear, Dabbla doesn't disappoint

But rappers tend to miss the point, like every time I twist a joint

Do yourself a favour, be your own boss

Make your own moves, or it'll be your own loss

Thats the way to roll, nothing but the vibes

Music take control, supermodified

(Verse 3)

Peak on my game rudeboy, every body knows who deals with the shiznit

When I pass through blasting a big fat cone that I rolled looking all like wizbit

You'll be nudging your mate like isn't it

I'll be rolling the hay like Worzel

Keep passing it round in a circle, stay laughing at life's little hurdles

And I've been to the future it's purple, communications all nonverbal

Meditation's bait virtue and the only medication is herbal

Nocturnal, burn every word in the journal

Rappers for so external

Bigger than a fat bird in a girdle

Putting holes in your v-neck turtle

Now they wanna try and tell me something that I don't know

I've been doing this since tape decks, came in the game through the rave sets

Still wondering what he's gonna make next, still slaving away for them pay cheques

Paving away with them brave steps

Making my name on the same flex, whilst they're wasting away at the apex

Flavours you can't even taste yet, majors about to possess you

You better grab your place mats, we've got a lot to get through

Life is a way that we test you, word on the street is that he's got it on lock down

And you know my steez when I bop round

All together like pees in a pod now

Do yourself a favour, be your own boss

Make your own moves, or it be your own loss

Thats the way to roll, nothing but the vibes

Music take control, supermodified

Yeah, super modified Dabbla doesn't do it for the dollar signs

Fluently apologise, after all

Kill it you don't wanna die, do you?

Look, scholars get disqualified

Biatch!