[Intro]

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Jeez

Killer

[Verse 1]

I said Dot Rotten I'll spin you around

And I ain't just talking like Ghetts might do

I flow two hours like a set might do

Might go to the pop scene

Every now and then I spend a year

Then I bounce like a cheque might do

Got a lot of Grime in the blood, spent time in the slum

Why do you wanna try and step on a level that's way above weight when I corrected my youth

When you saw a gospel you will never switch

I was like "Couple of years he'll switch right to"

Any sound that's gonna make money for him

Put money on him and I bet him that his clique might too

I've done so much for Grime for you to say

You've done more than me is bizarre I'm like WOO

You listened to a couple of dubs and copied them

I got a thing for the spitters in war I duppy them

Dot thinks Wiley's a low down dirty shame

You wanna follow Goodz'? Low down dirty brain

I never scatter, got a low down dirty aim

Wipe you clean out the sky, dirty plane

Why chat about mums? You dirty waste

And I'll slap your mum in her dirty face

I ride for the mum, don't side with the Asians, pussy

Better stop kid and learn your race

No gauge 'round here, just girls in place

I've got a hurricane style for the world to chase

If you spoke the truth for a minute

And weren't going on like a gimmick

Could've earned your place

I know Dot's got skill but fam, it's Will

No, he ain't gonna win the race

If you say the same stuff to me that I've already heard

Then I'm not gonna send you praise

[Chorus]

I hate to take the lie, but you never gonna test with me, no

I read between the lines and Dot is just my son

Can't you see he's got the best of me? Yeah

Kill them again

Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five

Kill them again

Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five

Kill them again

Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five

Kill them again

Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five

[Verse 2]

Take my chances

Killing off another soundboy who never went to Eskimo dances

When D wrote Hard Back, sitting in the dungeon Dot

No hood passes

No hood glasses

Now you wanna step up on a dut' beat

Chattin' 'bout willies and arses

You ain't chatting to me though, if you get them thoughts

Go scream them out on the marshes

You recite old dubs quite well Dot

I won't lie, they tried this before

So I ain't gonna crumble or end up in shell-shock

I say "What Dot Rotten? What Dot Rotten? What Dot Rotten?"

Think back, that's shell-shock

Scared on the radio? I can tell Dot

And all of them diseases

They might be some of the ones that you and your _ got

I'm a killer, one of them natural soundboy killers

Killer, nobody try and watch my scrilla

Cause my approach is so much iller

Killer, Dot you know you ain't realer

You think you got the born instinct for a killer

Then I spray bars, take over like it'll be overnight

And I'll be back, the mic killer

You're me, son, I can hear it in your sound and I see son

You've got the wrong impression of me, son

Go to church, down on one knee, son

Tell God that your whole lifeline, life plan

Prime kicks and snares came from me, son

Wake up like, when you gonna see, son?

You was never gonna win unless we won

But it's just like a Durrty Goodz re-run

[Chorus]

I hate to take the lie, but you never gonna test with me, no

I read between the lines and Dot is just my son

Can't you see he's got the best of me? Yeah

Kill them again

Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five

Kill them again

Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five

Kill them again

Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five

Kill them again

Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five

[Verse 3]

Can't give him any stripes I'm a war man

Killing off a vibe like set for the tour and he didn't do bad

Considering I'm a man who's been here for long, still got a plan

Drunk in a party, just ran

Same old song, you just sang my hook on a track though

The way you follow Wiley in this game's like

Say you wanna call me and lend my afro

If I fly off the handle

There'll be no reasoning heard abuse no retreating

That flow was a dead one, chief 'ting

Sounds like nothing you're releasing

Sounds like every one I ever had beef with

Spitting on a track one puzzle, they got the wrong pieces

Tell a man I don't wear fleeces nor am I

Addicted to anything but weed shit

I can't keep tellin' 'em

On the same mums, I can't stop bellin' 'em

Diss a man's mum, but heart felt telling her

Has she got a baggy pum pum like Elena?

Could've been a liar, no soldiers egging her

Get your boiled eggs on the stove, cause I make an advert

Like I would've wrote bars on the regular

And I still write bars on the regular

You don't see me spitting bars to a predator

You see me in Logic on the editor

When I make my Grime Dot, that sound was ahead of you

What does that mean? I'm always ahead of you

You're just a member of public enema

Not enemy, you're not my enemy

You bread me too much, follow my pattern

When deep down you follow me since that seminar

[Chorus]

I hate to take the lie, but you never gonna test with me, no

I read between the lines and Dot is just my son

Can't you see he's got the best of me? Yeah

Kill them again

Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five

Kill them again

Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five

Kill them again

Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five

Kill them again

Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five

[Outro]

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