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[Verse 1: Jme] Think you're a badman to the fullest 'Cause you got a couple of shotbun gullets? Don't run it up and make me get dark 'Cause I will chief you up in the par cark Tell your girlfriend to leave me alone Stop ringing my phobile moan Serious, it's getting on top Jeez, can't even shop to the bops I'm slim but I ain't got anorexia I spit like I've got dyslexia You don't want to make me get vex Or you'll find out about my Tourette's (Tourette's, Tourette's) Boy Better Know Don't mess with Skepta, my bro My family, Joseph Junior My name's Jamie Adenug- Shut yo mouth Dickhead, wasteman, pomplex I don't know what you're thinking But it's not a me-and-you-spitting-in-the-same-room flex When I enter, you exit, cah You said shit 'bout me and Skepta See, now shit can't be perfect, cah You let the situation get complex Shut yo mouth Dickhead, wasteman, pomplex I don't know what you're thinking But it's not a me-and-you-spitting-in-the-same-room flex When I enter, you exit, cah You said shit 'bout me and Skepta See, now shit can't be perfect, cah You let the situation get [Verse 2: Skepta] Oi Skepta, 'why you murking so many MC's?' That's the word on the road I know man that are inside my postcode Then we smoke two zoots And go into devilish mode Come around shoot man in the jaw Then skid around the corner like Yoshi and Toad So for your own good, trust me You don't wanna see the mandem on the road Oi Skepta, 'why you murking so many MC's?' That's the word on the road I know shawan here in my postcode Then we smoke two zoots And go into devilish mode Come around shoot man in the jaw Then skid around the corner like Yoshi and Toad So for your own good, trust me You don't wanna see me on your road Anytime you see me wearing a glove Boy Better Know I got the gun in my boxers I don't wanna send an MC to the doctors I just wanna win a MOBO Then go for the Oscars There's only one Skepta so I Gotta lick down any imposters Lick off ya head like Guiness and Fosters Can't take shawan for Pocahontas You don't wanna see me on the scene Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream Bare mashman want me on their team Cos they know from I lick shots Heads are coming off clean I'll put a bullet in your bean Bullet in your canerow, bullet in your lean Put on the safety and switch off the beam Wipe your blood off my Techno-