I am the Headtop Turner, peng cro burner

Shooter like Berba, legend like Flirta

Merky, I'm original like Werther

ACE, yes, I'm a first-time server

Always in beef like burger

Old school like Firmer, house and flat searcher

Don't get it twisted 'cause I look sweet

I will done with the .45 and cause murder

I will done with the .45 and cause murder

Got big guns you ain't seen or heard of

Don't come near me, 'cause I might hurt ya

You man are snitches, pointing like cursor

I'll wheel the ting like DJ murker

Come here hyping to me?

Don't get it twisted, fam, I will burst ya

I will turn this place into Gaza

Hold it down, blood, I'm the master

Before your body drops just like pastor

No, you won't need a plaster

Get clapped in your dome, no getting up after

Boom, aim for the head like master

Clap, leave your son with no father

Harder

Merky's already done left man parred up

Left in a wheelchair, curl up, scar up

Ergh, that's the sound of the farda

Ergh, can you say that, bruv? Nada

You weren't there when Prank took Tara

ACE got two eagles like Lara

And I keep them lowkey like Zara

Ergh, ergh, ergh, ergh

No long ting, dun your dance like parents

I can't jam it once but I ain't got patience

Hype talk? You better stop like stations

Ergh, now you're an NHS patient

Pick up a half of the stone like Leyton

Then cop a big boy stick, it's blatant

I'm coming to your ward and your life's getting taken

Boom

Shotgun shell leave your face all open

Headtop left all cracked and smoking

Headtop Turner, I weren't joking

Ergh, get my two hands and choke him

Ergh, get my sharp shank and poke him

And don't ever think Merky ACE is washed

Or you might end up in a river floating

I don't think you're on that

I've got metal arms nuttin' like [?] Kombat

Move in the dark like a wombat

Young Shadez is fucked in the brain

If you fuck with the team, we'll push your whole head back

Don't ever think Merky ACE is washed

I can't count how many times I've said that

Niggas move blind like say they're a cave bat

Keep doubting my face and age

I'll leave your whole head splat

You don't hold straps, can't firm kick back

Till you get kicked back, so it's best you kick back

Run up in your girl's flat

[?] chick slapped, pay a fee and he'll dig that

Uncle [?] hooked up his neph with a big strap

No doubt Merky will burst that

If it's war, like CO, I'll hearse that

Clap him hard, that way he can't burst back

Wrap him fast, rudeboy, we knee clap

Take that baseball bat where his knees at

Take that SMG where his mum's at

Take that pump-action where his boys at

That way, no pussyhole can shoot back

Where's the loot at?

And I don't wanna see no yellow newspaper

Can't stay, soon I'll be gone like later

Hear sirens and I'll turn vacator

Yes, I graft merky, real name's Aisa

I'll take your wife but I ain't no dater

Only time I wore a suit

When Grandma [?] died, I'll see you soon

Rest in peace, I'll join you later

Didn't go prom, no, I ain't no dancer

Give me the chance and I'll be the chancer

Ask me a question, you'll get shot down

You could say that's a physical answer

Yeah, TK's on that

You ain't Ja Rule, you can't clap back

Like I said at the start of the bar

You best kick back, 'llow the shit chat

We need some more guns in here

Where's the clips at?

Ego's supplying the heat like a thermostat

Tek off his thermos hat, make that line go flat

Hold it down, don't talk cowpat

E-G-O is wild with the strap

He'll take your food but he ain't no cat