A FUCKING CHRISTMAS MIRACLE Move like the Grinch, fucking up your Christmas/ catch you moving snow and I'm fucking up your business!/ Every body's lazy, nobody wants too/ no body wants you and Santa's a nonce too!/ Jesus don't love me, God just fucks me/ Satan always drugs me, nahh Mumma never hugged me/ dealing with this fuckery, memories cut deep/ never got a present 'cos I told Santa fuck sleep/ Top of the naughty list, trust me/ Scrooge on this mother fucker, trust I must be/ A nightmare before Christmas, I ain't gotta wish list/ there's a weed drought, I got names on my tick list/ I don't need no fucking mistletoe/ 'cos we got coke, and never kiss no hoe/ liquored up shovelling snow 'till your nose glows/ toilets in the pub, looking like a snow globe/ Rudolph don't know, eyes like we smoked loads/ GTA Santa out his slay "go, go"/ Elfs in a choke hold, crack heads smoke coke/ sell you a turkey that they racked out of Waitrose/ I know crooks and dealers, fuck rats and squealers/ but we're living in a manor where we're trapped, can you feel us/ so capture the realness and this is the realist/ a Christmas for villains and you're fucking with the illiest!!!/ Humbug!

#DEATHisComing VERSE 1. Villainous, I ain't talking crime's I commit/ i could hospitalise my self with lines I spit/ Disgusting, like tasting discharge inside a chick!/ "Fucking hell bruv", I told you all I was sick/ I get pissed up and just take the piss/ Facebook's like ammo when I make these hits/ Slag your shit selfies off, and your babies pics/ Cracking up at these wack rappers with the baitest shit/ Debate with this, if I was serious all the time/ Would I have sold as many CDs now, 'cos I'm/ Being heard around the country for making these jokes/ But when Freedom dropped, I made 'em all take note/ So maybe it's a clever way to get my point across/ Or just a sick joke, that's all pointless 'cos/ I'm doing it for me and all the fuckers just like me/ So me tone this shit down, it's fucking unlikely/ CHORUS. see, I don't even know how/ know how/ you fuckers don't know now/ know now/ you're about to get choked out/ choked out/ got my hand around your throat now/ so now/ You'll see, it's a disease/ you can't breath/ No.../ Eats your flesh, I'm killing 'em yes/ I'm bringing 'em Death Yo, yo/ VERSE 2. I couldn't give a fuck, I tell 'em and smile/ While your kids mum's waiting for results on Jeremy Kyle/ the air turns cold when I step in the room/ a prick with a crowbar in a pussy, wrecking the womb/ Gate crash my own party, get violent, tell 'em to leave/ I'm changing the game, like Russians in the Premier League/ Me stop with the punchlines, please be silent/ 'cos you'll get knocked, like TV licence/ Violently Sick, you know how it goes right/ 5 years locked down, I told 'em all hold tight/ Fucking with a crook, thought I'd tell you how it goes like/ I know cooks, ain't called Walter, but they know white/ So turn that fake Grime off, stop with the gang talk/ Real thugs don't talk, shit judges see us hang for/ Fucking nonces, I got no respect/ DANGER killed 'em, DEATH just laid 'em to rest/ CHORUS. see, I don't even know how/ know how/ you fuckers don't know now/ know now/ you're about to get choked out/ choked out/ got my hand around your throat now/ so now/ You'll see, it's a disease/ you can't breath/ No.../ Eats your flesh, I'm killing 'em yes/ I'm bringing 'em Death Yo, yo/ VERSE 3: I love it, like a piss head loves a kebab/ Like I love getting pissed up, and fucking them slags/ Like a bitch loves getting loud and packing her bags/ Like I love kicking the bitch out, then dragging her back/ I say I hate you, you're a slag, I say it openly/ I screen grabbed all the desperate shit you fucking wrote to me/ Tell the bitch stop acting desperate, just get over me/ 'Cos next time it won't be my dick, that's smashing in your ovaries/ got people from Brum wanting to hear the cockney spit again/ 'cos Hip Hops like English weather, it's shit and plain/ I'm a villain, the bad guy people love to hate/ yeah a I'm prick, a prick you're chick would love to taste/ I'll do to music what drugs did to Winehouse/ You're like Lohan, you're about to find out/ And I don't even need to cut you up/ I got fans around the country that would fuck you up/ CHORUS. see, I don't even know how/ know how/ you fuckers don't know now/ know now/ you're about to get choked out/ choked out/ got my hand around your throat now/ so now/ You'll see, it's a disease/ you can't breath/ No.../ Eats your flesh, I'm killing 'em yes/ I'm bringing 'em Death Yo, yo/