[Intro]

[Verse 1]

I'm not into kidnapping; rather done man on-spot

I don't move hot, so I'm unlikely to get clopped

I've done a lot in my time; that's why my end's locked

Before, man could walk through. That's stopped

If in my ends, you do bop and you ain't got a thumbs-up

Blood will pour from your top

Me and Bris got ends locked

So if we're pissed off, your mum will need five bags

For an after-party and burial of corpse

Burial of coffin, cause her son tried to rob

Tried to bop; fences, he had to hop

Got caught; [?]

[?] cause he got chopped

Got clopped and was left there to rot

Yes, he tried to trot; collapsed

Time of death: 10 o'clock

[Hook]

T, when I enter the building, everybody calls me T

Cause everybody wants to hear me say 'T'

Put on a Darkside beat and watch me say 'T'

And it's T

[Verse 2]

I'm not polite; this is not a fairy tale

I'll turn up outside your aunt's and leave your body turning super stale

I'm the angriest; there's no space for you

There's no space for two. And it's T

I've got a heart like steel. If this was the 1850s

Them wouldn't [?] me; they would kneel

Cause I am the general. This is not just lyrical

I'll record your death and put it on my next single

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Stay home at night or you'll never see daylight

I will come to your house and damage your eyesight

And leave your mum showing a white flag cause I left body-parts in a Tesco's bag

Your mum I did nag cause I told her to tell you

That you're not bad; you could have enjoyed the life you had

But this guy's inhaling what we call the badman fag

And the badman fag will leave you seeing the badman dag'

And the badman dag' left you next to blood you once had

If you walk by, don't look; don't stare

Don't glare cause I'll leave your soul somewhere in mid-air

It's that simple. No, I'm not fair

I don't care. I'll dead you with no flare

I'll dead you with no flare; I won't give you time to prepare

Or be scared. I'll leave no clues

I'll shave hair to identify you, then your dental care

I'm your worst nightmare. And it's T

War and me are like Bonnie and Clyde

If it's the slip-and-slide, your main features you'd have to hide

And if you did hide, I'll turn up at your bits

Yeah, the main bit just like a dick

Walk by and try and draws a chick: instant reaction

You'll try and get rude, get brave

And then meddle and misbehave

Then I will earn a medal and misbehave

And draw from my shower ting and engrave

[Outro]