[Intro: Hitman Hyper]
Yo
This one's the Nasty Bonanza
The one you've all been waiting for
Out to all the true thugs
Out to everyone
North, South, East, West
It's on
[Verse 1: Hitman Hyper]
Don't make me draw my firearms
Clap and spit fire with no arms
No face back and no garms
Four fizz held in both palms
Has a mad kick on it just like a horse from moat farm
Heads get split from close range, you see me?
I ain't afraid to give a man a boat change
Unrecognisable, that's how I'll leave you
There's a preview, I'll leave your torso see-through
[Verse 2: Demon]
If you ever try a ting, you will get bare thumps
And I'm all in your face like razor bumps
I can get old school like Reebok Pumps
In a mic fight, you will get blazed like blunts
My bars are better than all you cunts
I'm like 50, I can show you how to stunt
Ask your girl, I showed her how to romp
You've got no dough and you still try to front, you cunt
[Verse 3: Ghetto]
Sending for me? That's risky business
I'm up all night like frisky listeners
Writing for those who think they can diss this
Diss this and get where? I don't know what you think, prick
But you better know that I've been sick
I've been a badboy ever since six
You're not real, but nigga, I am
Don't think you're a killa like Cam because you wear sick kicks
[Verse 4: Lightnin]
It's Lights
You can't fuck with Lights
'Cause I'll knock your lights out
I'll make you wear tights out on road
It's Lights, you don't wanna fuck with Lights
'Cause if you fuck with Lights, I'll knock your lights out
Change my mind and take your girl for a night out
We'll be fucking the whole of the night out
[Verse 5: Big Seac]
Think before you're bringing it to me
You don't really wanna be swinging it with me
Big Seac, nah, not winning it with Seac
Uppercut jab and I'll kick out your teeth
Blud, think before you're bringing this here
You don't really wanna be swinging it here
Big Seac, nah, not winning this here
Uppercut jab, get left right there
[Verse 6: Stormin]
You can send for me but I'm not having it
Try a ting, then I'll be jabbing it
When you spray, you're always swag, innit
Know that is it
When I see your face, I'll be grabbing it
Or, or I might be stabbing it 'cause
You're always faking it
And if you got dough then I'm taking it
[Verse 7: Nasty Jack]
No
I don't think you really wanna go there
Kick back, bro
'Cause Nasty Jack don't pet, I'll take your H to the Os
And if I don't like you and I like your girl
Then I'll let you know
And I'll smash these MCs
Some talk mess but they get exposed
[Verse 8: Marci Phonix]
Marci Phon on beat
They're soft like teddies that put girls to sleep
I'm new to the street like my new sneaks
Shot Os like bop to the beat
I'm the new boy, boss in the street
Without my gloves on, just my voice on a beat
Who's not ready for the D-O-N?
Got ravers bopping to me
[Verse 9: Hitman Tiga]
You're not Mobb Deep
So why you talking that talk like you're from New York?
Move over, fake gangster, move over
We're the new pork, you're the old swine
Move over, don't try a next, move over
Don't wanna get me vex, move over
When you see me in Rex, move over
Dynasty pon the set, move over
[Verse 10: Hyper Fen]
(It's murkage!) You dyslexic prick
You can't even string two words together
You ain't got a brain, you're far from clever
You don't ever get it first time round
You need shit to be broken down for you
That's why you're like giraffes
'Bout swagger, sound swagger
You're a fucking retard
[Verse 11: Sharky P]
Right now, it's murking season
No time for rhyme and reason
Cut heads off, hands and feet
And bury these MCs six feet deep
I was born in the dark west dungeon
Got trained, now my sword is lunging
You don't wanna be the fool I'm punching
I'll serve MCs like luncheon
[Outro: Hitman Hyper]
Yeah, yeah
So there it is
The Nasty Bonanza
Out to Agent X on production
Out to all the N.A.S.T.Y mandem repping on this
We're looking for pay cheques now
You know how we do
N.A.S.T.Y Crew
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