Oi, lend me your ears for a second, yeah? (lend me your ears)

Cos what happened was, (what happened was)

This guy Lightnin (this guy, Lightnin) he phoned me

And he was, oh Earz man, yeah (yeah yeah) I think you're good, let's clash you later

Ahh cool let's go (let's go)

Hold tight my DJ; Exit

Lies, my performance, I'm hype

He and I, how he wants to clash now

So you're 'bout to hear that now

Lies, my performance, I'm hype

About how he wants to clash now

He's about to get smack down

Some eediot black boy fresh of the boat

Always shouting, res' up yuh throat

True say yuh breath stinks like fufu

I don't wanna hear no bars that you wrote

Well I mean writ', anyway; shut yuh mouf

True say you're shit and you better; shut yuh mouf

He's just on a hype ting, on a mic ting

If he calls my name, I'll be like, what? I'm out

What's this battyboy sounding about

Always spitting from the side of your mouth

Looks like you're trying to lips man down

From the side of your mouth, what, sliding it out

Anywhere, where was I; shut yuh mouf

Anywhere, where was I; shut yuh mouf

I will just box man it's standard

I swear I seen him on an oxfam advert, like

Two pound a month, eh

Two pound a month, eh

I need food for eating everyday

I need clothes to give my family

Two pound a month, eh

Two pound a month, eh

I need food for eating everyday

I need clothes to give my family

Anyways, back to the plan, back to the programme

You're a black man I'm one too

But you're taking the piss Lightnin

If you look at him hard enough - he looks blue

He looks like an ape that escaped from the zoo

Throw him a banana watch him chew

Just one eediot boy from the bits

Who do you think you're trying to slew

Man will run up in the yard with the tingy ting ting

You'll be like God man, what is he thinking

I'll be like, nahh, gimme the bling bling

I want the chaps and the chains for the chingy ching ching

Salute me now I'm the king of this ring

Man'll get knocked out in a fisting

I just wanna floss out like a miss king

With the yats giving brain bigger than a big ting

See me on road with the pickiest jim

Tryna move O's of the sickiest ting

My mix CD is the wickedest ting, since

Boy in da corner, you should listen

I wanna rise to the tip of this ting

Wanna see pies like Mr Kipling

You know who it is, it's the skinny kid slim

Who said not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin

I can't get over this side of your mouth styley

Always from the side of your mouth

You look like an ugly chimpanzee when I'm 'ere

That's why you wanna hide in your house

Yeah, go home

You're not big in the game, so just go home

You're a kid in the game, so just go home

And when you spit in the raves, you get no hope

Forget practice blue, you're sleep

African palm

Shut yuh mouth about African palm

I don't wanna hear none of that my yout'

You will just get a Caribbean boot

Coof, coof, Caribbean coof

You will just get a Caribbean coof

You wasteman, don't ever diss me again

You're a selasshole, get the hell out

You're on a wreck, your skills are get ten out

Ten outta here, make the girls shell out

Know we don't talk no more we just sell out

She wanna be stiff like gel out

A tub, you're no threat

I'm doing well out, here, I ain't dem out

Swagger mcs lets hope I do well out

Concert sell outs, crammed to the back

Gotta help them out they're fam to the max

I'll be hotting up bare mcs I hot 'em up

Till they get a tan to the black

Like Lightnin, run to the back

Gotta help them out they're family man

What, on Lord of the decks I'm whispering

But could you hear me now are you listening

Pussy

Bitch

(Laughs)