[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
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