Yeah, you little wasteman

Looking in my face but can't even face man

Nuttin' but air I'll give you like spaceman

Heard you wanna copy the flow, heard you wanna trace man

Man ah man ah run you down just like race, man

[?] shots, I just make them chase fans

Back in school [?]

Tan man's skin and I don't mean fake tan

You little pagan

Man already know I'm the king of the whole nation

Turn man a myth like Starboy Nathan

Caught man slipping at the west end station

I don't wanna hear no talk about illoo

I don't wanna hear no talk about mason

Man must've thought it was Friday the thirteenth

When I showed up to his door like Jason

You little cretin

Man must think he's lethal like weapon

Till I start giving out kicks like Beckham

Give man a thousand slaps in a second

Man are talking Street Fighter, E. Honda

Don't think man are talking Tekken

So you wanna spar with the big boys

But you ain't really it, so let me teach you a lesson

You little dead cake

Man already know when I buss in the whole estate

Fuck with the ting? That's a big, big mistake

Grime To Five, that's a big, big mixtape

That was two-ten, now it's two-thirteen

So long, so be sure I'm still a big piss take

I don't wanna hear no talk about him

I don't wanna hear no talk about what