I reckon I can rap on a drill beat and sound cool and threatening
Listen
Say my boys aren't dangerous?
Huh, well you stupid
My crew's like Yellow Self Storage
Full of huge units
Still I'm that man from London
Who's eating cats for luncheon
Gimme 20 minutes, I'll drop more tracks than
Clapham Junction
I'm west London's dealer
Honest to goodness
Catch me on the street corner
With a pocket of hummus
Hah, nah, I love smoking weed
It's a nightly obsession
Yeah I've been baked
Heinz Fifty Seven
I be hard you flaccid dweeb
You be soft: Assassin's Creed
What do I think of your rude remarking?
Yuk yuk like Goofy laughing
And I'll shoot your crew
In an orderly manner of grievance
I'm not a drag queen
But I'll slay them in sequins
Firing bullets that are
Soaring at your face
Bringing you that pain
Autoglass Replace
'Cos I've always got a gun
That I'm shrewdly concealing
That comes in handy
Like me every evening