[Verse 1: Jme]

Think you're a badman to the fullest

'Cause you got a couple of shotbun gullets?

Don't run it up and make me get dark

'Cause I will chief you up in the par cark

Tell your girlfriend to leave me alone

Stop ringing my phobile moan

Serious, it's getting on top

Jeez, can't even shop to the bops

I'm slim but I ain't got anorexia

I spit like I've got dyslexia

You don't want to make me get vex

Or you'll find out about my Tourette's (Tourette's, Tourette's)

Boy Better Know

Don't mess with Skepta, my bro

My family, Joseph Junior

My name's Jamie Adenug-

Shut yo mouth

Dickhead, wasteman, pomplex

I don't know what you're thinking

But it's not a me-and-you-spitting-in-the-same-room flex

When I enter, you exit, cah

You said shit 'bout me and Skepta

See, now shit can't be perfect, cah

You let the situation get complex

Shut yo mouth

Dickhead, wasteman, pomplex

I don't know what you're thinking

But it's not a me-and-you-spitting-in-the-same-room flex

When I enter, you exit, cah

You said shit 'bout me and Skepta

See, now shit can't be perfect, cah

You let the situation get

[Verse 2: Skepta]

Oi Skepta, 'why you murking so many MC's?'

That's the word on the road

I know man that are inside my postcode

Then we smoke two zoots

And go into devilish mode

Come around shoot man in the jaw

Then skid around the corner like Yoshi and Toad

So for your own good, trust me

You don't wanna see the mandem on the road

Oi Skepta, 'why you murking so many MC's?'

That's the word on the road

I know shawan here in my postcode

Then we smoke two zoots

And go into devilish mode

Come around shoot man in the jaw

Then skid around the corner like Yoshi and Toad

So for your own good, trust me

You don't wanna see me on your road

Anytime you see me wearing a glove

Boy Better Know I got the gun in my boxers

I don't wanna send an MC to the doctors

I just wanna win a MOBO

Then go for the Oscars

There's only one Skepta so I

Gotta lick down any imposters

Lick off ya head like Guiness and Fosters

Can't take shawan for Pocahontas

You don't wanna see me on the scene

Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream

Bare mashman want me on their team

Cos they know from I lick shots

Heads are coming off clean

I'll put a bullet in your bean

Bullet in your canerow, bullet in your lean

Put on the safety and switch off the beam

Wipe your blood off my Techno-