[Verse 1: MC Dixie Kitching]

Listen up bitch this is my verse

I'm so ruthless you'll end up in a hearse

And if you survive you'll need a nurse

MC Dixie, nasty, the worst

Lyrically I'll make you rot in holes

I eat MCs like sausage rolls

Look at me bitch, I'm topping goals

And I got pot and soul

Yeah I can rap about life

You only live once so make your time nice

But me, yeah bitch, I live twice

Jump back on the mic, like Jesus Christ

My raps are dope, yall need a make over

Props to my crew, Obsession takeover

(Yo, I'm about rap now, it's the takeover)

[Verse 2: Will and The Mix]

Through my lyrics I go ghost mode and get in ya brain

Repping my town, postcode and repping my lane

I look around and no blokes are respecting my name

So I'll make sure these broke jokes are the next in my aim

I'm cursing your idol, taking shots worse than a rifle

I'm dropping verses more holy than a verse in the bible

Will and The Mix, back alley sneaker

Slim, black jacket, hood up like the grim reaper

In ya speakers, I'm not guessing we've got blessings

The plot's to drop lessons so stop messing with Obsession

We takeover and make doper

Shit than these fake jokers, I'll be shitting on Drake posters

(Yeah) I like boasting bragging in most of my rapping

I'm close to smacking these wack acts and showing my Gatling

(Get ready for Tobbe motherfucker!)

[Verse 3: Tobbe]

Solo master, reaching goals faster than you broke bastards

Soul catcher, breaching rules then I beat fools after

The squad letting us drop hot lyrics, we’re not messing

We’re confessing shit but quit it before the cops get in

We are obsession, and this is the take over

Run drake over in a range rover, dissing the fake stoners

Feel the wrath of the crew, cash money we’re laughing at you

We’re wacker than you? You must have been passing the glue

Have you seen it? We’ve got bars, the rest are anaemic

The team we’ve got means ours is what 2015 is

Not many pennies had by our MCs in the past

But we’ll bury the beat, grab this shit and seize it at last

When we’re spitting bars colder than liquid nitrogen

Then we’re splitting apart boulders with the shit we write, it’s so hard

[Verse 4: imperfectmythos]

Gotta remember frozen winters

As these embers erode than splinter

I extend my hand with fates gloves

My intents understand create blood

Broken toy assassin

Implosion paper grabbing

Bleeding onto metronome

Pleading songs through stencil tone

Voice of hatred gifts guilt trip

Choice created shit built ships

To sink into acidic water

Brink of death with it I border

Beloved illusion reaches statuesque

Drugged delusion increases interest

That aliens live in cranium

Wrapped skeletons through failing then

Obsessive repulsive persona

Impressive resulted honour

Negative jolted as follower

Creative exalted as borrower