DYBLE - Snowed Under Lyrics

I'm in an M sport 5, carbon black, I talk to the dead like Wiley
When I say dead, I mean shit MCs that ain't never ever sold one CD
Some how think they can chat to me when I'm drivin' a car and they're ridin' a ped
Blood don't know what's going through their head
Chattin' bare shit about Clash, Clash, Clash
Then they pick up the mic and talk about Mash
I said they ain't shot one CD, probably ain't even shot one BB
Probably ain't even shot one little pellet
When they come and clash, JME, forget it
Their hype, dead it, yeah, I said it
Wanna quote my name, need more credit
I'm on paypal, but I ain't shootin
Had an A-class, now I got a new ting
Got a bad boy 24-inch iMac cus PC weren't rebootin
If you see me rollin' with Tempz, it's a boy better slew ting
Run in your yard, got the HDTV with a little circle blue ting
Don't think that Tempz ain't on it
Samsung, Sony or Panasonic
Don't play dough like Wallace and Gromit
Whatever I know, lyrical skill
Stay with me, like ironic
Oh my days, how ironic
Lyrical skill, stay with me
Forget it, the music game, we run it
Clear, all the things in the house
Clear, all the things in the fridge
Smash, all the things to the right
Clear, all your kids inside
Clear, all your CD's packed
They won't get none of your CD's back
Jack up the power and roll for the world to come
Yeah, B-B-B for the sound
All the boys stay in the room
Flex your back, get some sun for the cash
Big man looks down, I'm behind the mask
It's not worth your life, just come out the back
If you late, I'll knock off the latch
I can smell the crow, just pull out the bag
I'm not the extra, so I shall relax
If you want it, pull out the bag
I have to punch up, guys
Like Charlie and me, I don't know why
Bang, punch man straight in his eye
They thought me, I was looking at the sky
But, now I have to go blind
That boy there, they ask me, will you die or not
Badger your mouth, don't pick your guy
When I slap man, you won't be alright
Yeah, trunk on the floor, [?]
Run back down to the grass with my man
Watch as he runs and bursts out of sight
Run out to my living room for his life
Blood's pouring, I'm gonna chase him tonight
Deep guy dead in the pool, don't we know
I'm sick when I dream, we all think at the same time
Yo, trust me famalam
Mash up the whole party when I land
Don't try and come clash me famalam
You must have had Japanese on the gram
Your brethren talk free at the time
They must have had brandy in the line
Your crew's full of idiot people
Six bricks like a BCGD door
You're not finish [?]
You said beef was an everyday thing
Now you're in a war with your head as they did
Tryna get out of here, start immigrating
All these crooks, I'm regulating
Blurting on some [?] ting
You might hear I got brushed, or I had a fight