[Intro]
Ahahaha
Jeez
Killer
[Verse 1]
I said Dot Rotten I'll spin you around
And I ain't just talking like Ghetts might do
I flow two hours like a set might do
Might go to the pop scene
Every now and then I spend a year
Then I bounce like a cheque might do
Got a lot of Grime in the blood, spent time in the slum
Why do you wanna try and step on a level that's way above weight when I corrected my youth
When you saw a gospel you will never switch
I was like "Couple of years he'll switch right to"
Any sound that's gonna make money for him
Put money on him and I bet him that his clique might too
I've done so much for Grime for you to say
You've done more than me is bizarre I'm like WOO
You listened to a couple of dubs and copied them
I got a thing for the spitters in war I duppy them
Dot thinks Wiley's a low down dirty shame
You wanna follow Goodz'? Low down dirty brain
I never scatter, got a low down dirty aim
Wipe you clean out the sky, dirty plane
Why chat about mums? You dirty waste
And I'll slap your mum in her dirty face
I ride for the mum, don't side with the Asians, pussy
Better stop kid and learn your race
No gauge 'round here, just girls in place
I've got a hurricane style for the world to chase
If you spoke the truth for a minute
And weren't going on like a gimmick
Could've earned your place
I know Dot's got skill but fam, it's Will
No, he ain't gonna win the race
If you say the same stuff to me that I've already heard
Then I'm not gonna send you praise
[Chorus]
I hate to take the lie, but you never gonna test with me, no
I read between the lines and Dot is just my son
Can't you see he's got the best of me? Yeah
Kill them again
Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five
Kill them again
Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five
Kill them again
Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five
Kill them again
Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five
[Verse 2]
Take my chances
Killing off another soundboy who never went to Eskimo dances
When D wrote Hard Back, sitting in the dungeon Dot
No hood passes
No hood glasses
Now you wanna step up on a dut' beat
Chattin' 'bout willies and arses
You ain't chatting to me though, if you get them thoughts
Go scream them out on the marshes
You recite old dubs quite well Dot
I won't lie, they tried this before
So I ain't gonna crumble or end up in shell-shock
I say "What Dot Rotten? What Dot Rotten? What Dot Rotten?"
Think back, that's shell-shock
Scared on the radio? I can tell Dot
And all of them diseases
They might be some of the ones that you and your _ got
I'm a killer, one of them natural soundboy killers
Killer, nobody try and watch my scrilla
Cause my approach is so much iller
Killer, Dot you know you ain't realer
You think you got the born instinct for a killer
Then I spray bars, take over like it'll be overnight
And I'll be back, the mic killer
You're me, son, I can hear it in your sound and I see son
You've got the wrong impression of me, son
Go to church, down on one knee, son
Tell God that your whole lifeline, life plan
Prime kicks and snares came from me, son
Wake up like, when you gonna see, son?
You was never gonna win unless we won
But it's just like a Durrty Goodz re-run
[Chorus]
I hate to take the lie, but you never gonna test with me, no
I read between the lines and Dot is just my son
Can't you see he's got the best of me? Yeah
Kill them again
Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five
Kill them again
Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five
Kill them again
Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five
Kill them again
Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five
[Verse 3]
Can't give him any stripes I'm a war man
Killing off a vibe like set for the tour and he didn't do bad
Considering I'm a man who's been here for long, still got a plan
Drunk in a party, just ran
Same old song, you just sang my hook on a track though
The way you follow Wiley in this game's like
Say you wanna call me and lend my afro
If I fly off the handle
There'll be no reasoning heard abuse no retreating
That flow was a dead one, chief 'ting
Sounds like nothing you're releasing
Sounds like every one I ever had beef with
Spitting on a track one puzzle, they got the wrong pieces
Tell a man I don't wear fleeces nor am I
Addicted to anything but weed shit
I can't keep tellin' 'em
On the same mums, I can't stop bellin' 'em
Diss a man's mum, but heart felt telling her
Has she got a baggy pum pum like Elena?
Could've been a liar, no soldiers egging her
Get your boiled eggs on the stove, cause I make an advert
Like I would've wrote bars on the regular
And I still write bars on the regular
You don't see me spitting bars to a predator
You see me in Logic on the editor
When I make my Grime Dot, that sound was ahead of you
What does that mean? I'm always ahead of you
You're just a member of public enema
Not enemy, you're not my enemy
You bread me too much, follow my pattern
When deep down you follow me since that seminar
[Chorus]
I hate to take the lie, but you never gonna test with me, no
I read between the lines and Dot is just my son
Can't you see he's got the best of me? Yeah
Kill them again
Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five
Kill them again
Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five
Kill them again
Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five
Kill them again
Kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five
[Outro]
Ahahaha
Bumbaholes
Boom boom boom, rasclart
Ra-ta-ta-ta
Ahahaha
Bumbaholes
Boom boom boom, rasclart
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