[Intro]

Oh my word

Hold tight SX

Big up all the StayFresh mandem

Oh my gosh

[Verse]

Budebutbut, budebutbut

Man on the microphone bad to the badabada

Man on the microphone, bad to the bone

Listen to my lyrical tone

On the microphone, man are bad to the badabada

Man on the microphone bad to the badabada

Bad on the microphone bad to the bone

Listen to my lyrical tone

Listen to my, cause, cause

I think I need pen and paper

Think it time to bun another faker

Do me an MC turn translator

Mix my data with their data

But what does that equal, blud imitator

If you deny that blud, you're a hater

I can hear your style's getting baiter

Don't you know that I'm the originator?

Do my ting on the road medicator

Serving food but I ain't no waiter

Might do my own be making my paper

Papapa blud I make you do me a favour

Don't be slipping blud I will take ya

Don't be sleeping blud I will wake ya

Then send you straight to your maker

Cause wanna get a flight back to Jamaica

Yeah, I'm a tight writer, punching out lines just like a typewriter

Don't feel you cos you're not my type of writer

Thinking you're heavy but really you're lighter

You're shit plus, furthermore you're a writer

Without your friend you ain't really a fighter

You're just shitting in the diaper

That's why man don't lay you down with the sighter

Gonna send for the younger, the likkle bike rider

Send him on a mission, give him a score, 'diva

Tell him to lick shots, to use a diver

Let’s see who comes out a survivor

Young baby father, still a provider

P's in the pocket and everything's lighter

To put a couple shells inside ya

Du du du du dont let me get old school

Just like a builder me carry those tools

Like a sport without no rules

Mandem are running without no balls

And man are getting injured kicked in the balls

You and your team haven't got no balls

You're a pussyo blood you ain't got no balls

Swimming in the deepest end of the pool

Get compp in the deepest end of the tool if you fuck around with the mandem you'll fall

Just like the twin towers you'll fall

Me got the most towers overall

Man will send your head-top over the wall if you try fuck around with the Dirtee Stank

I'l come around with a dirty shank

Ready for the war like 30 tanks (I'm ready)

I'm chilling in the alley, holding a leng on my lap and I'm ready to put on the bally, no dilly dally

You'll be a memory like Camdem pally

I don't care if you come with a couple man (I dont care)

I don't care if you come with ya gyally (I don't care)

Cos I'm still gonna pull out the strally (Yeah)

And that's just to make an impression

I'm going to give your whole crew depression

The war's not done, this is the first session

I'm a big man I'm no adolescent

So I'm gonna show man and teach man a lesson

Turn this into a western

With a Smith & Wesson glove

There's no print on the weapon, love

Get none of that round this section

That Street Fighter 4

What you think they call man the street fighter for?

Man a be stepping like the gears of the war

And we got mashed like the gears of the war

Think it's a game like Street Fighter 4

What you think they call man the street fighter for?

Man a be stepping like the gears of the war

And we got mashed like gears of the war

It smells a bit warry

Dont watch that cos I'm in the war to

Ready to kick off a world war too

With the generals behind ready fi da war too

Too warry

Don't watch that cos I'm in the war to

Ready to kick off a world war too

With the generals behind ready fi da war too

It smells a bit warry blood

Heard you wanna bore me blood

What happened when you saw me blood

It was a whole different story blood

You didn't wanna war, you ignored me blood

What happened to the plans you had for me blood

All this talk about boring

You're gonna be the one that's pourin' blood

Do you really wanna see it get, gory blood

Ive heard all these different storys blood

Its too late for sorry, get found in the back of a lorry

So allow the tool show it ain't morry

You can't hold me back from glory blood

If I was you I'd worry, I'l make you move somewhere down surrey

And I'm just generally speaking, close your mouth when the general is speaking

Don't let me catch the enemy when he sleeping, take everything everything I'm keeping

All of your food and P I'm eating, you get left with your head-top leaking

Before you can get to the leng you are reaching for, man a kick out the door

Into a whip that nobody saw

I got your P Leng and goodies

Man overly blacked out in hoodies

And we're parked up smoking zoogies

Thinking "Could he survive that, could he?"

Nah, we're just having a laugh

Lets split this ting and a get my half

Everyone gets P's or my stuff

Super dupe OOOH OOOH

Dirtee t, thats me me

Budebutbut lyrical Super dupe OOOH OOOH

Dirtee t, that's me me