[Intro: Monkey & D Double E]

Yo

Ooer, ooer

Yeah

It's who, who?

Yo, one-two, one-two

We're running border

It's me, me

Strictly bang out of order

It's murkery

[Verse 1: Monkey]

You're acting hard; you're firming

You're vermin; I spit too determined

Lyrics are disturbing

You'll get what you're deserving

I spit like sci-fi

Coming through your hi-fi

I'm too ill so why try?

What are you, some wise guy? Do you wanta die?

'Cause I take on crews, forget singling

Move cold, leave your neck back tingling

Hot boy's at your flame, no rekindling

I'll wipe out your fame, no rekindling

Your shit stinks; the smell's lingering

Pussyholes will get a fingering

You're shook, stand still and your pockets still jingling

I know you can't mingle in

[Verse 2: D Double E]

'Cah no, you won't be able

You will only be disabled

Try to test the lyrically miracle

You win? That will be a miracle

Sore loser, wanna get physical

Left in hospital's typical

Bullet in the head from the nine minimal

Quickly, easily, and simple

Because you're not no Mission Impossible

So stop going on like you're unstoppable

If you think you're not probable

You'll be the first to find out 'bout the pistol

When your headtop get popped like pimple

Headtop get rocked like cradle

Part of the headtop not visible

You better look into the mirror; it's a miracle

[Verse 3: Footsie]

I'm gonna whack you about

Use my lyric book and smack you about

Hit you with a sixteen bar to your mout'

Or hit you with sixteen bars to your mout'

And leave you with sixteen scars to your mout'

Just cold, yeah, that's all blacked-out

And the gat? Yeah, that's all blacked-out

And I'll put it to your eye and then you're blacked-out

Nah, you don't wanna run it when Footsie's about

You can't chuck it when Footsie's about

Get bare right hooks when Footsie's about

Bare left hooks to your mout'

Nah, you don't wanna run it when Footsie's about

You can't chuck it when Footsie's about

Get bare right hooks when Footsie's about

Bare left hooks to your mout'

[Verse 4: Monkey]

Rudeboy, 'cause I'm ready for war; my troopers, I lead

With a force just like a stampede

My lyrics multiply like they breed

I'm spitting words for you to breathe

Lyrical army I'm gonna build

You're gonna get killed on this lyrical battlefield

Straight through your defence shield

'Cause I spit too skilled

Nah, I'm no chef; for you, I don't cater

When I touch mic, you're the spectator

Spit raw, snap back like gator

Run rings 'round man like the world's equator

I said now who's the greater?

Lyrics stick to your brain like data

Don't understand? My nine mil' is my translator

You impersonator

[Verse 5: D Double E]

I'm armed to the teeth, ready for the beef

If you really wanna see your bredrin get deceased

Draw for the piece, reminding me to fleece

Turn his headpiece into a [?] piece

Pure n****s on the road, they don't want a piece

Don't really wanna go through all the grief

What, you can't get touched? Is that your belief?

My mandem specialise in beef

Which bredrin's gonna back your beef?

Four different man have got a piece to your cheek

'Cah what you believe in, you've got a cheek

And because of that, a man will make you look weak

Inside or outside on the street

You don't wanna buck up with the wrong brehs this week

You'll be left with a lump on your head like a Sikh

And you'll be good food for mandem to eat

[Verse 6: Footsie]

And it's Foots, rudeboy

Stop, think twice; take a look, rudeboy

You wanna run up on my hooks, rudeboy

It's my fist or the ones in the book, rudeboy

If it's beef, it will get cooked, rudeboy

You could never take man for a moot, rudeboy

Chill and smoke your zoot, rudeboy

I'll put holes in your new tracksuit, rudeboy

Them old school methods? I'll use 'em

Right hooks, left hooks? I'll use 'em

Uppercuts, headbutts? I'll use 'em

Knees to the nuts? I'll use 'em

Them old school methods? I'll use 'em

Right hooks, left hooks? I'll use 'em

Uppercuts, headbutts? Yeah, I'll use

Any jaw I see, yeah, I'll bruise

[Verse 7: Monkey]

I'm gonna do it all my way

And decide to pop out the woodwork

But before I'll leave, I'll give it a good murk

Leave a few hurt

Like an accident on the highway

If you're not good then why say?

Why act or why play?

Why even try to spray?

[Verse 8: D Double E]

'Cause you don't wanna start trouble with the Double

The best thing for you is [?] to the Double

Then hold your mouth shut and beware of the Double

'Cause you don't wanna touch mic, your man are in trouble

Make an MC [?]

Make a DJ drop his MCs for the Double

'Cause you can't find a better MC than the Double

If you come against Double, rudeboy, you're gonna struggle

[Verse 9: Footsie]

I'll make my moves on ya

Do a couple wrestling moves on ya

I'll make my moves, do some wrestling moves

With a clothesline leg drop, yeah, that's you

I'll make my moves on ya

Do a couple wrestling moves on ya

I'll make my moves, do some wrestling moves

With a clothesline leg drop, yeah, that's you

[Outro: D Double E]

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