Mike Lowery

[Intro] Where? London London? London London? Yes, London! You know: fish, chips cup o' tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins, London [Verse 1: Skepta] Too many wannabe badboys flexin' like they're so rowdy Look a badboy straight in the face, tell him I'm a real bad boy, fuck Mike Lowery I don't take disrespect, neither do the guys that are standing around me I do it how they didn't wanna do it now they wanna try an do it but I'm telling them 'llow me When I shut one eye and aim, I hit the target Ben Cook now sitting at home now try'na figure out how he fucked up his artist If the game was a tray full of ice cubes then I'll be the coldest and the hardest The last MC that dissed me, blood on the ceiling, blood on the carpet See I've got more heart than Tony Hawks but when I'm riding, I ain't ramping I'm ready for all out war, them man are lying on the floor camping Man in my hood said keep it professional, Skepta, forget the mad ting I just say Candyman five times in the mirror but nothing ain't happening When I say that I stick it in the pussy'ole, cuz it ain't no sexual innuendo I been producing since Mario Paint on the Super Nintendo So if a man wants to violate me I will make this beat at the fastest tempo Kill another MC then go Spain and change my name to Lorenzo [Interlude] What happened to him? He got shot in the face Lincoln. I would have thought that was obvious What'd you do that for? You mistake him for a rabbit? What do you want me to do about it? Sort it out I'm not a fucking witch doctor But you are a bad boy yardie and bad boy yardies are supposed to know how to get rid of bodies I create the bodies. I don't erase the bodies [Verse 2: Skepta] There ain't no clowns 'round here, wanna find one, go to the circus Fuck a suspended sentence, I'll re-offend if I ever get nervous I say what I mean, mean what I say, so when I say it I'm saying it on purpose I tell a man that wants to rob me don't bother coming if you ain't got burners I gave up smoking and then I got stressed out, told KJ get the weed in Lying in bed paranoid thoughts in my head, staring at the ceiling 100 nightmares in my brain clearly try'na stop me sleeping 1000 diamonds in my chain, and it's hurting a lot of mans feelings You wanna know why they call me Guy Fawkes in the club, just look at my table Now they wanna know what Skepta's worth, they wish they knew my appraisal Black carbon fibre on the roof of the white Audi, I'm so interracial I start with a little bit of foreplay, have sex, then finish off with a facial When it comes to the bedroom ladies better know I'm so X-rated I met her on Monday, made love on the same day cause I ain't Craig David Big high grade spliff, Courvoursier and Gold, nigga I'm so wasted I can't drive like this but it's okay cause Jamie's driving a spaceship Boy Better Know