Audacity (Remix)

[Intro]

Walk out with no cash on me

Hit the bank, splash the casualties

Still, I've got debts hanging over head and yet, man tryna take that from me

That's nine years of tragedy

Nine years of fallacy

Just bad abuse, going round like noose

Am no badman, but am anger-ry

And the worlds entire catastrophe

Life of fire and agony

And bastards always tryna push you down, put you in the ground for a laugh

Argh, G

You really shouldn't have messed with me

Boutta run the town with no vest on me

Boutta paint it red with the blood they've shed

I've got no tears lеft, so fuck empathy

So

[Verse 1]

What?

Who's on what?

Go on soft cunt, then, call the Plod

Amma stay bossеd, Hugh, go round the clock

You know those thots just wanted my cock

Got their fingers twitchin', I can see them itchin' to diminish me of peace

But, I really been the realist; tell me what the deal is: how the fuck we gonna sort this beef?

McBroadus when I sport this brief, that's the Calvin packin’ heat

Make a shy bitch manic and I been needin' me another Aubrey

[Verse 2]

For the Plaza am endorsin', so, nah; I ain't clashin man, am warrin

Am gunnin, baggin, fam: extortion

Got ye Nan for ransom, now, you're shooketh

That's your crown that I have took, son

Man, I'll make Shakira proud, the culture will all be bowin' down in awe

She ain't knottin' cus' she's never had them thought so-

It's fuck a Tory, puttin' in that Labour

You ain't a princess, just a bitch with some paper hangin' over head, throwin shade, yeah

I ain't got no money, what a shame, yeah - least am the one that’s gonna make it

[Verse 3]

Go an' fuckin' cry to daddy den'

Tell the twat to sue, my lyin friend

I see the silver linin' - won't tie the thread

‘Over Moon if I dived from cloud, ye vile cret

Go peg ye dad - like you always told

Megalomaniac needs someone to control

So, he gaslights the only one that he knows that see's every line as a lie like despisin' coke

Funny thing's: you think you're mad

Act like ye from the sticks, you're a stickman

(You're not worth my time)

Cus am after that Rolex, fuck a rolodex handed by vile runts like yourself

Narcissist cunt dont like bein stuck on the shelf by his Tory daddy, who's more than happy to ignore his calls for help

Cus we all know he's sort of tapped, I mean, he can't just laugh; he needs to do a noncey grin

Proper case, why's he always tryna win?

Get a life, get a grip and fuckin twist

Nah, am lyin, I ain't sick, nah - not that sick

I don't push people to their limits, till they're at the edge of the fuckin bridge

And this the kinda bastard who pushed him, actin like he slipped

Need's a fuckin smackin, needs some damage - need's a fuckin taste of what the world has got to give

Cus he sits there in his castle, lookin down at us like rascals, thinkin that he's bout it; but the coward would fuckin dip

If I grabbed the fuckin hacksaw, went around his household - cus am "such a Psycho"; but, I'll leave that for the tape