[Verse 1]

I school these rappers and send them to the cloak room where their coats hung up

I'm your nemesis there's no room for the both of us

I've only just started eating off this and getting money

Now I get spayed like a dog that's had too many puppies

Flow raises eyebrows like a plastic surgeon

No one on my level and if they rising I haven't heard them

But got me paranoid, they tell me that I'm murdering shit

I tell them I'm innocent and that they should cast aspersions

Don't know me, I'm a wolf in sheeps' clothes

I've got that FT certified beats flow

Ten-a-penny dreads, can't see me through the weed smoke

Move on I'm too gone like a foot with three toes

Strong minded, head butting through house bricks

Biters taking notes in the crowd looking astounded

I wrote this in my sleep I didn't know nothing about it

It's like I'm chubby chasing 'cos I'm just fucking a-round bitch

[Hook]

You quitters can't understand

I don' think we've taken this as far as we can

And the critics no longer have to debate on who's better

If you ain't with us you ain't part of the plan

I don't really give a fuck if I sound arrogant or vague

If you're on the come-up we're the ones standing in your way

All you rappers come up claiming that you're married to the game

Well the fact is you've been played 'cos we've been smashing it from since day

[Verse 2]

I've got this far without following the protocol

Seen too many fakes types acting like they broke the mold

A lot of them talking 'bout a life they don't know at all

And spend their career trying to catch up and won't evolve

When I ain't in the booth I be on the stage 'til I get thrown off

For going off the head like I'm getting bored of blowjobs

Get off your soapbox and practice what you preach

I go out and get my own, I don't tag along or leech

Walk to my corner and give my opponents a rest

Spit out my gum shield and see whether my coach is impressed

I'm just mad that they keep ducking when I'm throwing my left

'Cos my punches are going over their head

Still winning, came out swinging like a gay couple in a orgy

I'm not trying to be here struggling when I'm forty

I'm grafting, I want money, a big house and a couple cars

Trying to get a happy ending like a good massage

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I'm not a rapper, I'm the leader of a cult

That will hang you by your big toes and beat you to pulp

They know I'm coming they can feel it in their balls

Yeah I'm balls deep in everything I'm eating 'til I'm full

I've had a couple major labels trying to get me on tracks

Probably burned a few bridges 'cos I said they was wack

Although I need money quick I won't kneel to these pricks

The whole scene's full of shit like an intestinal tract, buh