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[Verse 1: Jme] Alright, everybody knows you're some goody-goody That screwface and that Rocawear hoodie Just ain't working, sorry bredrin I'm Buzz Lightyear and you come like Woody Now, look at my man bigging up his chest Come like man's tryna grow some breasts Stop that, before you get an arched back I don't know who my man's trying to impress From day one I said I was serious But nobody took me serious For them boy, I go to the raves And I spit in the rave, then I spit in their face For the disrespect, 'cause I am serious Boy Better Know I'm serious! Jmе don't take no shit Boy that don't like Jme, listеn up 'cause Joe tried to jack me, where is he? Alex tried to bite me, where is he? Jay wants to clash me, where is he? Dominic dissed me, where is he? Labels wanna sign me, where are they? Pussyholes wanna rush me, where are they? Crews wanna clash me, where are they? Can't clash me, be serious [Verse 2: Bossman] You think you're dutty Alright now Bossman's flow, that's mucky I'm in dem talk-dem-talk 'bout Bucky Stop write lyric like you wicked like Chucky You better know that Bossman make duppy Come 'cross me and survive that's lucky You better know that Bossman make duppy If you come 'cross me, survive, that's lucky Dem can't walk the walk like me Dem can't talk the talk like me Bigger badder man Bossman Birdie I see you but you can't see me Dem can't walk the walk like me Dem can't talk the talk like me Bigger badder man Bossman Birdie I see you but you can't see me When the gash phone me more time me busy Because me have nuff cat pon da Lizzy Work don't bubble no it ain't fizzy Nuh bother bait up my phone line for shizzy Don't chat effry on my Lizzy Nuh bother say score say skizzy Done with the Ps rude boy it's pizzy New lingua what we call him izzy When the gash phone me more time me angry Because I have problems with my family Man shot work so my dad cyant stand me At least man didn't grow to be no pansy From you cyant walk the walk your names Bambi Me Nuh deal with the war like Gandhi Don't deal with the war like Gandhi Cah with the trigger mans handy [Verse 3: Big H] When you see H, you know what's happening When I come around, you've not got that thing Can't get Big H shook with your Gatling Look in your eyes, I can see that you're acting Can't be that bad, when you look that thin Some smiley faced guy with a gay grin Spend all your spare time gazing I'm cold but my lyrics dem are blazing Gimme space, gimme room Glock 19 spin your face round the room It's real out here not a silly cartoon Black hood, white tee my costume Jump in my GT, zing zing zoom See me on TV, real real soon 'Nuff MCs wanna copy my tune Don't wanna see me blow? Too late, BOOM! The Bally, come on fool let’s rally Use my lyric try draw two gyally Two two’s leave an MC in an alley Big H, me nah dilly me nah Dally Chat two lyric that impress they gyally Put down the 45, draw for the Bally Big 45 what the big manna carry My names H not Harry