[Intro]

Yo, listen

Alright it's Trim, Trim

Had few wars, wars (I can't lie, can't lie)

And I'm on them innit (Yeah)

Don't care, I writ bars on bars, no-one heard them

So I thought I'd just, express myself, lay it out (out)

Let it get me 'cause

I'm Trim innit, you need to hear these things 'cause a lot of things happened (Happened)

Alright it started with the lowdown

Yo, yo

[Verse 1]

Let me tell you the lowdown

Trim and Storm, the showdown

Well it's over now

They were soldiered down

Let me slow it down

I went jail and I stood my ground

You get bail 'cause you use your mouth

Kerry smells but you licked her out

Your face got fixed for that

Big meaty scabs

That's what you get for eating slags

In raves, they go mad for you

You get paid and I'm glad for you

But drinking piss is bad for you

It's not Trim no more, it's dad to you

What do I have to do to get it through to you?

Fake is my view of you

That's why I'm slewing you

It's Trim, passing through

[Verse 2]

Okay Shaun Lewis, this is how were gonna do it

You fail like a Ford Buick

Mum's Jewish, you wish

Island man with pricks

Not forgetting where Sibbie's from or where he pissed

Island’s where your half sister lives not far from Trim's trip

Island's not where I live but you can catch me in the bits

I'm always in the bits

And Abbey Lane’s where you mumzy is

Just keep saying my name, we’ll get your mumzy

Chief Shaun Lewis, just a prick in the bits

Shaun Lewis each clip for Clitch

Shaun Lewis, where you going with this?

You’re not a lyricist

You’re not flowing, I'll show him I'm a bigger fish

I'm a big bad dub and you’re a mini disk

That's broken and finished with

[Verse 3]

Name's Storm

But we’ll call him Scabs

In school he wanked over porno mags

And was forced to jack an old lady's bag

Storm is Shaun and Shaun is Scabs

Karlene's a slag who goes out with Scabs

Scabs thinks he’s bad 'cause of the slags he’s had

Scabs ate a slag with crabs

That's why Scabs got big scabs on his face

And his face is fucked

Bun's been glocked

And he dressed up, nah that's not thug

Grass man up, Sibbie pissed on his clothes and stuff

He’s never been road you mug

You’ve ate loads of muff

Flow's not rough

So not rough but life has been

I can see why you can think you’re thug but you’re a has-been

Trim's not a faking thug but I have been

Someone pour you up we’ll keep clashin'

I need to get my ratings up, so who’s mashing?

Try to get Trim

You must have been ping

But you’re anything

You’re my answer for everything

You won’t win, not a chance, you’re anything

Move your skin, kick your ass, break everything

Here to win, never last to be threatening

[Bridge]

Alright, and then Cell 22

Come out of the Green (Green)

Dunno where he was going with it

I didn't write no lyrics, I had lyrics, got lyrics

Always, everyday lyrics

So, listen (okay)

[Verse 4]

I put Cell through lyrical hell, don’t make his head swell

So much breath we’re used to the smell

Mans eat ass, they bite their thumbnail

But some try bread but fail

Just too stale

Cut your throat, make your face go pale

Send mumzy death threat mail

Oh well, she’s next on the scale

And if I go jail, my boys won’t fail to bust your tail

Your crew as well

Whether male or female

It's the end of the rail

Oi blud, better bail

Peep at the last time that you inhale

A quick light, a couple shells fell

You won’t live to tell no tale

'Cause Cell, it's the end of the rail

[Bridge 2]

Then out of the green

Sniper tried to clash Scratch

And I couldn't have that

No way (ah, I just had to light him up...)

Trim, Scratch, Trim, Scratch, Roll Deep

Yo

[Verse 5]

Name's Sniper but we’ll call him Chitch

His flow's shit, some big nosed prick in the bits

Snipers Chitch and Chitch is Bomani honestly

Bomani’s got a brother called Barasi

They live in barley malt

English, but spitting with a yardie flow

He’s good to go, got a ring in the nose

Always linking with bro’s

Always nicking his clothes

Scenario goes; Scratch is my bro, stop chatting his flow

I catch holes in your tank top

You’re a wank wap, fuck off

Or get chucked off bare in better hair Trim

Then I pull bomb squad to tear skin

And rip out your eyebrow ring

You see me

You see me king

[Bridge 3]

And then Ace come met me at radio (Rinse 1 double-0 3)

With Red Rum and that

And Sniper

Then he tried to go on like he was in control

Like of what's going on here

So, he said he's gonna send someone for me

I said "alright, do what you're doing innit

Fuck it do what you're doing

I'll do what I'm doing" (Alright, alright, cool)

So I went home, thought about it

Had a long think and then I thought

Ace is trying it (Nah, what?)

Alright, alright (Nah, nah, nah)

[Verse 6]

Yeah, let me change the pace

Fuck Sniper E, I'll merk Major Ace

The name's a waste

Someone save his face, he looks like Flavor Flav

Who’s Major Ace wade in?

I'll cave his face with a Lucozade drink

Said Major Ace, so, let's see if he says Trim

And on the other night, Ace got a beatin’

Sponge and AJ beat him

When I heard this, I was creasin'

Ace is a sweet thing

I heard man was sayin' "'low it leave him"

Trust me they’re cowards breathin'

Flows they try thievin' lyrics with no meaning

Like, "ya ya ya", I'm so not feeling

But at raves its a wheelin'

To some its appealin'

Ace is old school so I should leave him

But Bushkin beat him

When SLK come on the set, he was hide and seekin'

His girl’s a sket though, mine Roll Deep in

It's either open relationship or she’s cheatin'

She's cheating, he’s eating and they’re happy

Ace is about as fuck that as a nappy

You’ll get kicked out of his trackie

Fed raw ackee

I know his friends call him gappy

We call his friends fassy’s

And his skin disorder causes patches

That's why his face looks tacky

Leanda and Tiffany were close friends

Ace wifey’d both of them

They’re alright but I wouldn’t get close to them

Leanda got close to my friend

She was in the ends on weekends

Rolling deep with deep men

And Ace needs a skeng

He got beat up by Bushkin in Napa

Got took for a slapper

And had to sekkle his jaw

With the pebbles on the floor

He’s not ready for war

Don’t think that he’s raw

I don’t think that he's raw

We don’t think that he’s raw

So, why does he think that he’s raw?

Why does he think that he’s raw?

Cos he says "ya ya ya" but nah nah nah

Don’t understand fully

This is my playground and I play the bully

I creep up in the hoodie

Leaves holes in your woolly and your girls nunny

Test Trim, how could he?

You’ll crumble like cookie

Wanna bet? We’ll take it to the bookie

[Outro]

Its Javan, Trimvan, Taliban, Talli, Trim

Trim-thug, Trimothy, Trimson, Trimal, Trimbal, Trim’s cool

Don’t try it, Chris Street’s my bits

So don’t care if you like it, fight it

Write it down, take a picture

There's no fixture, winner stays on