Me Against You

[Intro: Dot Rotten]

Ah, man

You wanna clash, fam?

Ah, fuck it, me against you, init

I'm ready, I've got my bars here, init

You say it

You first, init

[Verse 1: Ghetts]

He ain't ready for this war

I'm jigsaw, I might run up in a cemetery with a shovel

I'mma never dig my own grave, but I'll dig yours

Kick yours, I'll kick doors and I'll kick your

Run up all six floors

I've got ten reasons why I should fuck you up

You little pussy

And my nigga Dot's got six more

OK, [?] what'd you blink for?

Nobody's safe indoors, what'd you think, you're

Living in the Pentagon?

Then again, I don't think you're thinking

Manaman have been stripped for limping

What'd you think, you're different?

What'd you think, I can't get to you if you're distant?

If you're the king, I'll run up inna your kingdom (dead him on sight)

[Verse 2: Dot Rotten]

Though we're getting involved in thugmatics

It's a bloodbath, with the machete, I cut arms

Shredding up garms, come to your yard and blood splattered

Lungs severed, you'll be having a laugh with blunt daggers

[?] and I swear I'll be calling them gun clappers

That'll send a bullet at you the size of one planet

No joke, you'll get smoked like your mum's herring

Some greazy Houdini, then your son vanished

Um, and I'll be spitting it like a young maverick's

Having fun rapping from day one, I done classics

I'm bragging, telling your girl to come Paris

One flight, banging her for one night, then I'm dashing

I'm massive, saying my name like I'm clashing

Dumb faggot, you'll be getting your cerebellum shattered

Man's gassed with the anthrax, delivered one package

You've never been on scrapping, you're definitely not packing

[Verse 3: Ghetts]

I carry on a wave, bally on my face, strally on my waist

Every Tom, Dick and Harry on my case

Ain't nuttin' promised in life

Only thing you can ever guarantee is a grave, fuckboy

He ain't never had any faith

He ain't never been the man that the mandem'll rate, fuckboy

He ain't never had any stripes

He ain't never been the man that the mandem like

Step back inna your place

Got the 'matic in the bag, one man in the cab

I never do things the amateur way

The name's Ghetts and I'm at it again

I married the game long time

Lipsed her up and carried away from long time

She love the man I became

I've got the worldwide sound but the mandem relate

I tell a girl right now I'm the man in the game

[Verse 4: Dot Rotten]

Tell 'em they can't speak to man, it's Libra gang

Heated hands, leave him bleeding, breathing bad

Leaders leading the sheep, there's no need to brag

You query facts, you've all got diva swag

You niggas are gassed, my nigga, I've got peace [?]

And everything I do, there's fees attached, brudda, you need a slap

Talking a bag of shit, nope, you've never seen the trap

Got scales, weighed the food and then paid from that

Come on, your lifestyle's clean and caj

You don't buss guns, you're cleaning cabs

You be using the hoover, wiping the windows

Shining the wheels, you're the deepest, fam

Then you jump on the riddim 'bout heats and gangs

How many people you're beefing stabbed

How many demons he's seen, it's sad

When he's washing the car, he's a decent lad

[Verse 5: Ghetts]

Don't lie, fam, you ain't like that

Niggas write for me, I don't write back

We ain't penpals, you're a sideman

And I'll be carrying your life savings on my sidebag

 iPad in my right hand

FaceTime, eye candy

For the Iron Man

Showtime, lie down

[Verse 6: Dot Rotten]

Don't lie, fam, you ain't like that

What the fuck's wrong with my man?

He rolls with a sideman of a sideman

Of a sideman, that's why I don't like man

I'mma tie man to a chair

Put a gas and a can beside man

Have him scared couldn't find man

Anywhere it fits dynamite inside and

Set a man alight like a bonfire night fan

[Verse 7: Ghetts]

Don't lie, fam, you ain't like that

You ain't like what I'm like, I like that

Tell your girl delete her Insta

Every pic she puts up, I'mma like that

And it's like that

Like for like, so I like back

Just cause I don't like man

Now let me go in, that was light, fam

[Verse 8: Dot Rotten]

Yep, yep, you ain't like what I'm like and I like that

My pics on her Insta, your girl likes that

High five in the entrance like I'm Kendrick

Your wifey, I bench-pressed it for the night gang

Bang once, twice out

Fire in the woods, she's warming up my camp

I'm a worldwide artist, you're a grime act

Someone give him an Oscar, this guy acts

[Verse 9: Ghetts]

[?] end of the year

I'm a rebel, these niggas all living in fear

I'm the realest nigga in here

Say nigga five times in the mirror

Say nigga five times in the mirror

And you might see a nigga appear

But not me, cuh time's money

And I ain't got a minute to spare, I kill a career

Sweet sixteen to your head back

If I send a sweet sixteen, you're a dead man

You could be Daniel LaRusso

When he was 16 with a headband

I crane kick your mum

Now you see what my behaviour's become? Dumb

I spinning bird kick your bird

I'm like er, er, er

I'm allergic to her

[Verse 10: Dot Rotten]

Never been a fuckboy, you're a fuckboy

Never buss toys, getting pumped cause you touch 'roids

Get your shit straight, all your mixtapes just noise

So don't dictate what this kid says

Clip aimed, wig blazed, getting pitched straight, I've had enough, boy

I've trained to kill, I've aimed the steel once, boy

I'mma get Ghetts, I don't wanna hear all these wet threats

Chopping off heads till no head's left

Realest, shmealest, good boys needing breeches

I don't believe what this eediot's speaking

Should've been semen leaking, that's what this weener needed

Left hanging out them Jesus pieces, believe it

Dot's the greazest, I spit true

Hit you with the jujitsu

Two kicks, one front flip, one bust lip and big bruise

I came to duppy an MC, it's big news