Lyrical Combat (feat. CASisDEAD & Dubz)

Isn't he a stunter? My yout', is he on the jumper? Dumper, dumper, better hit the bunker Cocaine; nigga's just a punter Puncture, puncture, I just got a puncture Got a little browning, everybody wants her I just left a function, got a little drunker Sippin' on that Cognac, little bit of ganja Jumpman, jumpman, nizzy in the jumper Got a pump action, listen when it thunder Thumper, thumper, thumper Knowing those plates ain't legit on the bumper Bumper, dumper Slam dunk, I'm a dunker Get your cheques in, you get your little lump sum You little prick or get your nigga lumped up Younger, younger, nigga was a younger Always with a borer, nigga was a lunger Never had no paper, nigga was a sponger Always on a madness, nigga was a bungser Sleeping, slumber Got your nigga's number You little pricks, man'll put you niggas under Yeah I was a blick little nigga, wah da bumba? Drop man, sick man, kick him like a kickstand Come with that stick that's kicking like IP Man Hollowman, hitman, holla man, quick fam All of them girl want Hollowman's wristbands Hollow got 'em sinking, Hollow got the quicksand Any feature, Hollow takes the piss, fam Taking all your chocolates, lemme get your crisps fam Bully in the playground, kicking all the kids down Niggas invested, nigga's obsessed with Lickin' this TEC in niggas' intestines Niggas is destined, this is his destiny Niggas get sniping, niggas get Wesley Nigga so wet that nigga just wet me Niggas all Nesquik, niggas is Nestlé Niggas just pest man, niggas so pesty Niggas get popped, blud, drizzle like Pepsi Nigga I'm on that, physical contact Contract's official, judicials are on track Long strap combat, kick like Ong Bak Residuals on tact, you miserable wombat Deliver the strong crack, gorillas are strong back The spinners are compact, you niggas don't want that For dinner, it's long, ahk Want dinners? I'm on track Not ticking, I want cash Listen, it's not that I'm on business, merging Feds in prison and birding Earners earning, flipping and turning Got the neighbours twitching that curtain It's okay though, I'm still serving I got the mash still ripping that bird in I got the bag, can't fit in that sterling One slap, man spin and man whirlwind Lab rats, living like vermin Matte black whizzer, that's German When I pat, that kitty gets purring And I stab my dick in, that's squirting I'm surfing, for certain So many verses that they can't verse with Can't get their head around it, can't turban Might get cheddar out, start churning My living is illegal Ard Doe, I'm beginning on a sequel Artist, only thing I'm missing is the easel Niggas doing cartwheels dipping from the evil 'Til the filth come sniffing with the Beagles When they should be nicking all the paedos Violate, and I'm visiting your peoples Pop pop pop, and you niggas is the weasels Man turn tables, lifting up the needle Man pop tarts, man's sticky with the treacle Man pop darts, man's tripping in the Beetle Man is real like a nigga was a Hebrew Staying in jungle, visit in to Seaview With couple yard man, whipping on an eagle You could go missing if you need to Fishing in the sea too, ditch him in the deep blue Yeah, man have got pills, and powder Selling that chowder, man are like "Yowzas" Grams in my trousers We left the house with about four ounces In the ting powered by M Power Air full of high octane and sour Out here when it's baking, making bread out of flour Way out of town in the sticks Sick of these sycophants - sickening. Stick em' with six staffs' -cripple man! Niggas putting out the same shit, yeah, we sick of that Psychopath pickled in Courvois and Yac And the triggerman all part of the bigger plan "Oh, what you saying? You just being the bigger man?" "You just doing you? How'd you figure, fam?" You fuckers insignificant, kicking like Liu Kang, this thing's different This take off's magnificent, merking You're a little ting, different This situation getting sticky, chatting to this bimbo, she's giving me a stiffy We made the car smell iffy And nah she never gets lippy Sipping on spirits, spots in the city £60 of diesel in this German beast I'm swerving the police, I'm busy Busy body, she's preeing the seat, she Felt the need to say that she'd never heard of me But then again for real she also said She didn't know that cows came in burgundy It's all unfolding perfectly This weed's working, going through my circuitry Spent so long in purgatory I'm part of the furniture, it's cool, no urgency I'm paralytic, permanently My vision's blurred but got this bird in Bermondsey And she's a certainty I'm hurting certainly, not inadvertently I'll leave her in emergency With broken vertebrae, is she gonna levitate? I ain't prepared to sway You ain't prepared for this, it's fair to say