[Verse 1: Saint P]
Uh, body all mangled, head got
Bent to the side like D Double E's Kangol
Got your body chopped off
Neck and the ankles
I'll leave every little bone in your body dismantled
I ride the riddim hands-free, no handles
Man get wax like candles, different angles
Ps? Tryna get a bankful
Nah, you can never clash I
I make man meet defeat like sandals
Marjay says I'm a handful
Six foot two and I stand tall
Never been a damn fool, man wanna clash who?
Man wanna clash me? Man don't wanna clash Saint
Man get fucked from all sides like gang rape
Tell a man fix up, look sharp, stand straight
I'm next up, that's what fans say
Keep my name out your mouth for your mum or your nan's sake
Speedy, never use handbrakes
Just jumped onboard the champagne campaign
If you wanna act brave
I'll leave a brudda on his side like landscape
I catch the drop, you're mad late, nah
You're not heavy, you lack weight
Talking like you do road
I know you know that it's not that, mate
Can't think of one hard bar that a man's made
[Verse 2: PK]
When I spray bars, I'll tell a man
Step well back, I'll take off your high-top quickly
Man ah man are gunner when I pitch like Rosický
When I'm in the rave, you know you can't miss me
I've got the gloves so man is on top
Nobody wanna start no trouble cause I'm bookey
Take a look-see again like Footsie
Check if the bouncer's preeing me, if he ain't watching
Catch you when you're cotching
Back out the ting like "oi, what you telling me?"
Leave man's liver in a pool like Balotelli
PK, now they wanna flow like "help me"
Come here
Yeah, that's my one, yeah, inna my styley
Beg a man try me, beg a man try me
Man ah move wild like Crocodile Dundee
Wakey wakey, come to the yard and we'll
Fry man up like eggy and bakey
That's another MC on my plate, G
When I finish that meal, man ah feel weighty
Like I just lifted a hundred KG
Go the caff and the tracksuit's Nike
Man wanna clash me, how can he?
Man better pass the ketchup
Man have got the knife and the fork in my pouch, I'm hungry
Eating MCs for breakfast, tasty
Mmm
Got that one from my bredrin Strally
Chelsea smile out, man have got a great smile
Ask the wifey, don, she loves me
Man, I can't help the way I move
On the roadside and get the peng tings daily
[Verse 3: Saint P]
Like bounce, bounce
I'll tell a boy bounce, witness the general
Me, I'm on point to the decimal
Don't be surprised if I get in your spouse
Like bounce, quicktime, tell a boy bounce
Quicktime, tell a boy bounce or witness the general
Me, I'm on point to the decimal
Don't be surprised if I get in your spouse
Like bounce, bounce
I'll tell a boy bounce, witness the general
Me, I'm on point to the decimal
Don't be surprised if I get in your spouse
Better tell 'em all now
Compared to me, they've got a terrible sound
Yeah, I've got a couple dargs locked up in cages
It will get tense if they let 'em all out
When I step in your town, it's a mad ting
Dem gyal dere selling dreams like it's catfish
Never see me with a fat chick
See, I believe in my dream, so I'll catch it
Man's tryna herd 'em relentless
Forever balling on the court so nobody can judge me
Cause I put the murder in the sentence
Ex is cool but I prefer one of her bredrins
I'm going much further than expected
So don't talk like that
Cripple, I'll make you walk like that
Dem man are chilling by the courtside, fam
But I came to ball, see, I was like what?
Don't talk like that
Cripple, I'll make you walk like that
Dem man are chilling by the courtside, fam
But I came to ball, I was like
[Verse 4: PK]
Chocolate splashed him
For getting rude to the general captain
Ain't P Money but I'll roll with the same flow
Head gone, PK rapped him
Bare man wanna act bad on a mad ting
Bare drama, you man are acting
You can't catch him, cockier than Walcott
When he's on the right wing
If you've got your AK, 45, MAC ting
I'll still slap him
Banging in shots, PK, he's got a hat trick
Three man down
Guess who's laughing, guess who's around
Me, Saint P, we're the talk of the town
YGG, we're breaking it-
Oi, yo, I'm the king, nobody taking my crown
YGG, we're breaking it, like
You don't want the Shaolin technique
One dash will take your face so quickly
Man have been training on the mountain
From '06, I've got the grimy history
Like when Dizzee and Titch had beef on the rooftop
I'm not a mook, don't push me
Cold like Eski, I'll leave him frozen
When they see me, nobody's on swinging it out
I move bookey, take-
Rooney
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