[Intro]

Move over

Move over

Too many kings to be fed and the big one said "Move over"

Yeah

Move over

Move over

Too many kings to be fed and the big one said "Move over"

[Verse]

Oi

I'm so known for notes

I don't notice your novice quotes, I flow coast to coast

And choke loads of opponents throats

And go against the whole grain like I overdosed on Toby's oats (Yeah)

Look at all these clones of blokes, every song full of stoner jokes

I'd only smoke a conе if it's coated in COVID

Then go to your show just to blow my nose (Achoo)

Gеt covered in my slag and spit, I ain't gotta brag a bit

If you had a pic on Facebook that was captioned as 'Bag of Shit'

I'd probably be tagged in it

Antagonist, no rags to riches just nagging bitches who rowdily snitch

No wonder we got a weak connection, if you ever got questioned....You'd lag a bit

I am the king of this, ink just flies from my fingertips

Silencing mimickers, this is a rap bazooka

I'm Bradley Cooper, my rhyming is limitless

There is no line of perimeters I couldn't find and diminish with my wicked writtens

If anyone tries to commit a diss, only thing you'll find is their ligaments fried when it finishes

Oh, stop it, I don't need no, topic, or flow, pocket

I'd rather just go with the flow, all over the globe like a rogue, rocket

Loads of gross profit I'm shown from shows, go suppose I go lob it

I guess even though I'm so broke, I'm known to throw dough but no, I'm no hobbit (Oi)

What if I never rapped? Or what if The Psyche Ward is something you never had?

Where are the DeFeKTs? Where are the Sever's at?

When will an Omac or Kogz or Mysc or Sam shred a track?

If that happened it would set a gap

If we left, what's the bet that they'd be begging and get us back?

I ain't saying we're better than anybody, we're better than everybody

You'd better bloody remember that (Ha)

Complete, the fat alcho'

I could outflow any rapper with my mouth closed

So obsessed with the mic, don't call it my death when I die, just call it my outro

I am now king, see my crown glow?

Throw the towel in, take a bow bro

While I'm watching my crowd grow, you're watching your crowd go

Wow, no wonder your sound so, angry and salty

You can get mad, you can get a gang to assault me

I don't give a dang if you roll me old

Because I make your missus wanna bang bang with a Molty

Now my number has no importance, I don't let anger control me

But you saw what I did with that rope to Jordan

So in other words, You don't wanna hang with the old me, cunt (Oi)

You'd be better off dead in a lock shed from getting a head of hot lead

In my memories, I could very incredibly remember everything that these pathetic dogs said

That I've never rocked sets, that I'd never be anything

Now I'm betting they're regretting what lead

My enemies reckon they'll never topped

But instead I'm getting a shot like I'm Cheddar Bob's leg

Gunshot

I've been on the road with the crew hoping to prove, through every show that we do

That we're over the moon like a Rover, now your moment is over cause we're doper than you

Don't you assume I ain't gonna go to your room

Know that it's true that a supernova is due, so is a nuke

You don't wanna go to the booth bro

If you do though, better hope that you move

Move over