[Verse 1: Wayne Wonda]

The lyrical guy who's part excellence

I spar exodus, and visually rhyme to harm retinas

Used to be the pupil I'm the new school leader

Observing life clearly from my new two seater couch

I speak about my trouble and strife

Don't mean the wife I mean my struggle in life

Trying to juggle this rap stuff, so I act up

And throw a tantrum during a show and start to slap fucks

I'll clap ducks and pigeons

And put my hands up, screaming out 'Scrub Life'

While I stick your fans up

I'm Wayne Wonda, here's my name and number

And tell your girl to give me a call

When they be under any type of stress

My life's a mess, check the notebook

My rhyme's a blessed

So all I need to do now is fly the nest

I'm not an exam, so I wouldn't try to test

Cos fucking with me is plain dumb like cyber-sex

I'm an original copy I'm probably wearing

The whole crowd's looking at me

They're probably staring at this talented asthmatic

Yo, who raps static

So when you put the needle to groove the wax panics

He's talking out his orifice

I'm spitting wonder out the pop-shield

Never compromise the style for us to drop steel

Vulgatron, the one the child is ripping

That's my shit done, so who's next to start spitting?

[Verse 2: Orifice Vulgatron]

My shit's highly manouevred, the mans a fantastic fool

While you're babbling uncontrollably like a man with a spastic jaw

I've met scarier kids than Freddie, masks and plastic claws

If I told your arse already what the fuck you asking for?

I'll rape, bugger and pillage the whole of your mum's village

And I'm not gunna stop fucking til the lot of my cum's finished

Diminishing most ogres with the simple bat of an eye

Your flows are all sticky like faggots in black tie

The free form flow man I fry faggots like fish

I'm fishing these phony fuckers and feeding them frozen piss

I'm holding the mic close cause flowing's my only wish

Watch them in then go in noses and blow from the golden fist

I'd rather shift shapes than lift weights, your shit's bait

And the reason your gal's late is cause she's fucking your best mate

I'm hating your state of being to the core of your existence

Another quirky rapper putting up a poor resistance

[Refrain]

I flow from every Orifice til' Wayne wonders when I'll stop

Still vulgar on the verbal

With a hunger for the hop, yo

It's Tau Rai and Vulgatron just chillin'

That's my shit done, so whose next to start spittin'?

I flow from every Orifice til' Wayne wonders when I'll stop

Still vulgar on the verbal

With a hunger for the hop, yo

It's Tau Rai and Vulgatron just chillin'

Well that's my shit done, yeah

So whose next to start spittin'?

[Verse 3: Tau Rai]

Eyo, it's Tau Rai

Slightly keeping Britain tidy

While I swing like a spidey

I'm back to blaze again with my amazing friends

Make you grin as soon as I can find my pen

I don't know where this rhyming ends, so don't ask me

Do a Muhammad Ali if they try and draft me

You reckon you can take the few, moves on me

Man I know Foreign Beggars and beans that give proper headers

Got mozzarella and cheddar if bredders are bringin' the beef, yo

Fuck vinyl, I'm stalkin' some pop idols

More than slightly homicidal with a handful of byros

Entered the fame academy, holding a light torch

With some gunpowder and tried to sign up as Guy Fawkes

Is it my fault my mind's warped?

Should I fight with my thoughts?

Before I find there's white walls surrounding me

There's bound to be repercussions

It's like I know that's the deal

But right now the engine's running but no one's at the wheel

So flow under at wills, feel like I come from the hills

Now I'm one with the seal, I come for the kill

Tongue hit and chill, still on it mate

I go through tracks the proper way

Quicker than the USA went through that dossier

[Refrain]

He's talking out his orifice

I'm spitting wonder out the pop-shield

Never compromise the style for us to drop steel

Vulgatron, the one the child is ripping

That's my shit done, so who's next to start spitting?

I flow from every Orifice til' Wayne wonders when I'll stop

Still vulgar on the verbal

With a hunger for the hop, yo

It's Tau Rai and Vulgatron just chillin'

That's my shit done, so whose next to start spittin'?

(Me! Me! My turn, ey, pass the mic, man!)