#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/