It's all about to go very wrong inside a'here

Foreign Beggars, Izzie Gibbs, Dizmack

Stinkin' out the dance

Bigfoot Connor riddim

Perez, Maitell

Say, here come trouble, frowzy

Whisky, or scotch, yeah, that could work (Yep)

Tipsy in a dance, lifting her skirt

I look shifty, a man ain't shot in no mersh

Dropped fifty, one round, coulda been worse (Huh)

She's frisky, you might say she's a dirst

Hmm, risky, nah, you man, can go first

Got this piff ting with me, they both look kinda merk

Patterned it quick G, dun kno it's a cert

Same tracksuit, livin' like a tramp

Still get busy with a pat

Living in the flats

Trap house sitting with a cap

Them times I didn't even rap

Still give it in a rap

Style and fashion

Man, I got vibe and patent

That's why the wife[?] rhymes wit' passion

Why? Tell them, bwoy, there take time

Hudda wanna side the rapper[?]

At school said I'd either be in dead or in prison

Hey, someone's blessed I've got vision

Dub, I got a line and it's filled with kittens

When I drop lines they listen

When you drop lines, they wish you didn't

Ooh, kill him, ooh kill him

When I see a man about a dog

He was talking -isms and -scisms

If man's holding juice

I might drink two to toast

Man's got a few tunes

I might fling down at a roast

If a guy try and beg for it

Don't let him get too close

Bare man there wanna chat back

Don't let him get too close

If a man's holding juice

I might drink two to toast

Man's got a few tunes

I might fling down at a roast

If a guy try and beg for it

Don't let him get too close

Bare man there wanna chat back

Don't let him get too close

When they let loose

When they make cash

When they make kits

When they get lashed

Whey they get too too split to the track

When they get too too weird with their cash

When they catch too too feel wanna slash

Ain't tryin' to hear that too too, I gotta dash

Gotta piff two two peng tings on a lash

Packed too too stress

I ain't into no rap

I ain't to no long ting fan that's actual

Come around, better keep shit factual

Spend a lot of time analysing them movements

Sweatin' them ones ain't practical

I'm tactical, yeah, I won't mind

If it ain't business, ain't got the time

No time to piss about with no iijit amateur

Silly bitch, to the back of the line

Somebody pray for thee faithfully

Been movin' disgracefully

Blatantly

But I's tried to behave-atly, shamefully

Now gyal wanna play wit' me, take the knee

So I gave her the A-Z

Tastefully, and she ate all day for free

Hastily, without any space to breathe

Crazily, no bowing out gracefully

Take the lead, got birds like an aviary

Occasionally, work brick like masonry

Vocationally ain't shit you can say to me

Wait and see the outcome 'cause I aim to be

Creatively, the best in the agency

Favourably, in the game in this major league

No vacancies, I'm here

Trying to chase my dreams

And the truth hurts painfully

If man's holding juice

I might drink two to toast

Man's got a few tunes

I might fling down at a roast

If a guy try and beg for it

Don't let him get too close

Bare man there wanna chat back

Don't let him get too close

If man's holding juice

I might drink two to toast

Man's got a few tunes

I might fling down at a roast

If a guy try and beg for it

Don't let him get too close

Bare man there wanna chat back

Don't let him get too close