[Verse 1]

Yo, I, roll deep on these, put these emcees on deep freeze

Hit these, whip these and rip these, come like Busta, we flip these

Please, don't ramp with these, fearless, angry, sick emcees

Don't like Kristy's or Britney's, Lala's or Tinky Winky's

This one's strictly for pickneys, old school Afros, dry white knees

Barclays, Halifax, we stick these, endless gunshots, we lick these

Trick these, CID's with ease, touch mic, emcees jump like fleas

Player haters get chopped like trees, avoid Rascal to avoid injuries

[Verse 2]

And I hit 'em like a lightning bolt

Five thousand volt, it's your own fault

Stand still, I'll put your whole crew to a halt

Cover emcees like pepper and salt

Gunman bullets go right through your coat

Nine milli, take Billy for a billy goat

Lay low, roll deep on a river boat

Cuttin' edge, Dizzee Rascal, cut throat

[Verse 3]

Rewind a wind-re

Late to the sound, this soundboy's straight to the front line

Fuck her to the left, right, front or behind

Never nice, gotta be cruel to be kind

Dry lips sippin' on a dry white wine

Feel funny, take a draw of this, feel fine

Husband, I'll make your wifey be mine

Get pussy, get poom, get feline

[Verse 4]

Lyrical staff, never could they ever take me for a chav

Scholar in the English, scholar in the Math

Dizzee ain't no riff raff

Hit 'em with the rise, move, kick, uppercut, jab

Don't make me lose my rag, I'm a troublesome lad

Barefoot Shaolin lad, lyrically far from swag

And I'm far from clean

I'll play kiss chase with your aunt Maureen

Get rhymes, get heard, get seen

Dizzee run tings like Idi Amin

Keep vigilant, keep on guard

We chuck grenades at Scotland Yard

Retard, get kicked hard, real hard

Leave death threats in your birthday card

[Verse 5]

Weights in the gym, hlass full of Alizé, right to the brim

Roll deep, so deep, they can't swim

Doin' it for Keisha, doin' it for Kim

He wants arms out, he wants to swing

If you try a ting, get a punch in the chin

Rascal is here, you better start worryin'

Get a hidin', beatin', turfin'

Didn't wanna care, so

Left that boy in the gutter somewhere

When I talk live-o, when I talk rare

I'll make you wish you were born elsewhere

I've gotta wash that girl out my hair

She's old news, everyone's been there

No we're not equal, no we're not fair

That girl's anything, she gets air

[Verse 6]

Take time pussycleet, samurai, separate legs from feet

Twenty two inch blade, nothin' ain't sweet

Leave an emcee on the floor in the street

And that boy can't compete, Dizzee don't play fair, Dizzee might cheat

Draw for your handgun, draw for your heat

Dizzee boy, make a big boy look petite

Sex, play, then work, girls say Dizzee Rascal is a jerk

Do it for the Bentley, do it for the Merc

Wanna make cash money like Young Turk

And that boy got hurt, never knew that his girlfriend was a flirt

Sex in the alleyway, sex in the dirt

Sent her home in a black torn up skirt