Soundboy Killer

[Intro] Ahahaha 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] Ahahaha Bumbaholes Boom boom boom, rasclart Ra-ta-ta-ta Ahahaha Bumbaholes Boom boom boom, rasclart