5000x Punch Combo

[Verse]

Lunar C

You can practice your whole life and you won't have a flow like this so don't try this at home, I am a pro

Bipolar, my cold side has been ghost writing this whole time

Since '05 I've been stoned, yes I'm in my zone

I'm not like them, bitch I'm me, picture me

Switching up on what I believe in

To fit in with these geeks

I remember when I used to do this in my sleep now

I'm finessing like 1997 Prince Naseem

It's second nature I just blackout and put pen to paper

Keep getting high until I've met my maker, yeah

I blaze up everyday I wake and bake

You can bet I'm wavy in the morning like friendly neighbours

Two things I could never be a snitch or a lung donor

I met a chick that cooks weed brownies and does yoga

She begged me to come over

We fucked on her mum's sofa

I'm too nice with it I'm a push over

She keeps texting me flipping 'cos I won't reply

I don't wanna be a prick but that's the way it goes sometimes

I know she has her lonely nights and so do I but she's got vibrators and dildos so I just leave her to her own devices

They wanna fall in love, I get bored

I had a chick that likes chicks and sniffs cocaine

But the women next door is the one she left for so it's a double edge sword how she swings both ways

But god bless groupies and bad bitches

That think talent is sexually transmitted

Don't play with me I'll slap a rapper out of his snapback and

Swing him round by his man-bag

You think you're big as Dwayne Johnson

Used to be the man but you just act now

Get off the rock you hit rock bottom lay the smackdown

Futuristic bad-man my gang's plans are major

I come from nothing like a premature ejaculator

Tryna stack this money up to the roof

But I'm spending hand over fist like a kung-fu salute

Someone slipped something in this bottle I'm drinking

Still trying to get to the bottom of it let that sink in

They know I'm repping I'm a local legend

I used to kill rappers face-to-face I'm not known for sending

Success is the best revenge it's like I stoved their head in

With a loaded weapon no shots fired they don't get mentioned

They're butthurt, they want to stay underground and suffer

But urm

We're addressing it like young thug and his album cover

Barking mad like a retarded staff

You're not hard you just got the roadman starter pack

You've got nothing on me

Your tunes don't get the crowd hyped

So you say ollie ollie ollie

Catch me laid on your wife sweating like I popped a molly

Pound-in-it like a shopping trolley

I just told her she should come a chill if she ain't up to nothing

I don't have Netflix but we could fuck or something

I'm a good for-nothing, ugly looking, scruffy drunken

Mother-fucking, country bumpkin

I've been on my job for a long time

You're stupid if you're standing in my way

My punchlines slump guys

You're not in the same caliber as Jake

Would've known you got punched if it smacked you in the face

Rappers with ghost writers should get oscars instead of grammys

Wait until I get this money I'll be acting flashy

I'll blow it all spend a few racks on a maserati

And the M on the grill like the front a maserati

Putting Bradford on the map I've been smashing these beats since a youngen now every verse is a master piece

Bar-for-bar nobody is matching me

Reporting life from the loony bin

Lunar Step Daddy C!