Whipping in a rental, 'bout to go mental

Speakers are blasting out Charva Essentials

You don't wanna fuck with the K-A-V

I'm a bad boy MC, tell 'em "Check my credentials"

Four boys sitting in an S-Line

With the Beemas about so I've gotta take time

If them YJ's want it then I'll make you red line

I'ma drive like Stig when I hit the left side

I'm a bad boy from the West Yorks region

When I'm on the mic, it's takeover season

Someone tell these mugs down south

That are jumping on charva tracks, we don't need 'em

Talking about bikes and whips and are out doing bits

But the cunts, never seen 'em

Bro's got the key to the big boy three-point-two diesel

That bitch is a demon

Yo, I remember the days

We used to skank out in them Danny Bond raves

In Armani shades and a fresh skin fade

I was on the dance floor tryna cut a few shapes

Out with the boys, tryna pull a few babes

JD and coke, I'm smashed out my face

And I used to live shit but now my life's changed

I'ma jump on the mic and shut down the rave

Yo, this one's for the West Yorks boys

Summertime, active, pulling out toys

If it's beef then we're pulling up in them convoys

That's five big rammers, I like to make noise

Pull up on your block, we don't give no fucks

YJ's wanna race, you're not winning bro, trust

Just took a little chase and I never froze up

Grip that, twist that till the fucker blows up

Yo, think you're a bad boy, think you're a goon

Till you've got a Shogun sitting in your front room

I'll send it through your house like I'm in a cartoon

Then reverse it back out like "I'll be back soon"

That's bari, that's cushty

Big boy ram bar, you don't wanna push me

Three-point-two litre engine, it must be

Catch him in a junction, he's fucked it, trust me

Yo, wrong side of the main road, that's crazy

Big four-stroke and this bitch is my baby

The Beema's about but they'll never get near me

Round here, YJ's get smoked on a daily

Haters hate but I don't let it faze me

I don't give a fuck, my music still pays me

I'm always on the grind, better know I'm never lazy

You're now fucking with the West Yorkshire Slim Shady

Yeah, you're now fucking with the best

Not a single MC wanna put me to the test

I was raised in the West where the raves are the best

And you know I'm old school like RDS

Yo, RDS, RDS, put your guns up then do the party steps

It's the RDS, RDS, RDS yes

It's KAV from the L double E D S

And when I pull up to the venue, I'm feeling fresh

You know I got what you need if you're feeling stressed

But if you double drop these you'll be leaving messed (yo)

Pull up outside, now what's happening charva?

Four boys blacked out in a black Navarra

Tryna get the high speed, I can ram you harder

Tooled up to the max, we can handle drama

We don't give a fuck about what your boy's done

I was raised in a city where the boys don't run

And my dad told me "Don't ever back down son"

Could be three against one, you're still gonna get spun

They can't do it like my Yorkshire riders

From a city full of dealers and naughty drivers

And grafters chop locks with them chorey grinders

And the boys never stop when the law's behind us

In a diesel decat, foot down flat

That's a TD5 with a pop-and-bang map

With a bad boy lift kit, got it looking all fat

If I ram the front end, that'll make your wig splat (yo)

I'm self made, nobody did it for me

Best in the scene, if I'm not, come and war me

0 double 7 8 6 9 2 7 1 8 3, tell them labels to call me

Bad boy MC, yeah the flow's too naughty

I won't stop till I'm in a whip that's sporty

You're married to a bitch that's naughty

This girl's a freak, I ain't ever met a chick this horny

Sideways when I whip this chorey

Told my boy "Yo come and grip this for me"

I'm on the M-way tryna lick one-forty

I've got a feeling they're gonna nick me shortly

You better tell 'em that I'm not playing games

And the piggy bastards wanna see me in chains

When I got locked up, I looked straight in the face

And told 'em "Get fucked, I ain't giving no names"