VERSE 1: Last year The Warning dropped, you all called it sadistic/ It was back in the day when me and Jimmy would fix it/ I’m a force in this game. I ain’t here to be liked/ I swag drinks, slap chicks, get loud and start fights/ I’m a mother fucking nightmare, who don’t fight fair/ A mother fucker getting your baby mother out her nightwear/ so a years gone and I ain’t done much. Sat on facebook beating my dick to all the pictures of you dumb sluts/ well if you’re kind enough to show us your stretch marks/ I’m kind enough to give you a dose of my best ma/ I gave ‘em a head start, they had five years/ and where the fuck are them clowns now? Still sat right here/ on the level let me level, I’ll bring you the stats/ 85,000 hits without a studio. Fact!/ made a few grand on my own just sat in my flat/ I’m lazy and I’m eating, now I’m getting fat/ yeah I’m fucking lazy, that’s in my own admission/ but Hip Hop’s dead, I don’t see no completion/ and no one wants to pay, but everyone wants to listen/ so my will for this shit’s like Madeline, missing/ CHORUS: BANG, you don’t wanna fuck with us/ you get BANGED, stabbed up and left for dust/ like BANG, there goes your lung you cunt/ you mother fuckers get dropped like BANG, BANG, BANG/ BANG, you don’t wanna fuck with us/ you get BANGED, stabbed up and left for dust/ like BANG, there goes your lung you cunt/ you mother fuckers get dropped like BANG, BANG, BANG/ VERSE 2: I may have lost a couple of teeth but I ain’t never lost a beef/ call AGER on these streets and you can meet the fucking beast/ see us bringing the tone down, drunk, paralytic/ I leave blood on these streets like a drunk paramedic/ my team moves weight like we’re juicing on the bench/ while you tick half Oz’s and tweet “man moves dench”/ I ain’t talking mussels when I say we flex guns/ I’m talking run up in your drum, flexing on your Mum/ and you can talk all that fair fight fist shit/ I fight like a pissed prick, sniffing pussy out your fish lips/ we got problems, I got knuckles that’ll solve ‘em/ let me dust ‘em off it’s been a while since I showed ‘em/ no need to scrap when you’re sat at the top/ I just point, say attack and watch bodies drop/ that’s the power of a team with a decade of history/ youngers turned men, spilt blood and made the streets miss me/ certified villains, top of the class with high marks/ no rats in our outfit, you look like Splinter went to Primark/ everyone saying ditches for snitches like they thug/ half of these cunts are snitching, I ain’t seeing no ditches dug/ CHORUS: VERSE 3: I run up bust quick like the pussy’s on the clock/ red light. I’m fucking shit up, you can hear it go pop/ I slip in, dripping, leave the bitch skipping/ back to her man, next week he’ll be itching/ knives from the kitchen and surgical gloves/ I don’t fuck with no bitching, I’m murdering mugs/ sicker than the sickest to ever say they got the sickness/ I’m the sickest in this business and I just showed you what sick is/ Violently Sick entertainment ©

VERSE 1: In your memory- I’ma burn a candle, gulping Jack Daniels/ Kick a bitch in her cunt, jack her fucking bangles/ The child my cunt of a Dad failed to fucking strangle/ Sick enough to grip the blade and stab you with the handle/ I’m fresh out of jail from a five, with my head high/ Plotting like a crook, trying to get my head right/ To be with my son and daughter, hold them dead tight/ But I’m on a crooked path and I don’t fucking tread right/ My dead eyes scream tales of hatred, look/ I dash it back at the judge for throwing the fucking book/ Grew up in a prison cell and never got shook/ Kids played Pokémon, I played with wraps and hooks/ And I ain’t talking music, I’m talking pure street shit/ Got told I’d never be shit, and you wonder why I speak sick/ You can’t comprehend the fucking demons that I sleep with/ And you wonder why I wake up in a bad mood, eat dick/ Spin my shit, pump this on your IPod/ Them other cock suckers ain’t got what I got/ So step it, rep it, flex them abs/ But that six pack won’t stop your flesh getting stabbed/ Yeah I’m rehabilitated but I still sip Beam/ Now I only fuck a chick if she’s sixteen/ IDs at the ready, and get me a drink love/ We ain’t gonna go steady, but I’ll get you to stink up/ Foul mouthed, like your old man found out/ His little princess has been rimming my bowls out/ Drop the beat, remember the old school/ Sipping Twenty-Twenty like a ghost I told you/ I spit sick, like words from a cup chick/ And you’ll gobble ‘em up quick, like a fat chick who sucks dick/ Trust it’s, about to go off/ Ladies and gentlemen it’s the return of the show off/ Kids for this music you need parental guidance/ ‘Cos it’s nothing but Alcohol, Sex ‘n’ Violence/ So all you punks listen up and hear me good/ I’ma leave cunts bleeding, period/ CHORUS: Give me alcohol, give me sex/ Give me violence or give me death/ If I die, before I wake/ Write I did it my way, on my grave/ (Repeat) VERSE 2: Pissed on White Lighting, always fighting/ Bricks flying, bottles smashing and I’m knifing/ Force nice girls in to engagements and I’m wifing/ If I’m saying I’m faithful, bitch I’m lying/ ‘BOO’, tell your kids about Age/ The only time I use a condom’s to hide the DNA/ I’m blowing up in your face like home made grenades/ Hiding in a park with a mask of Michael's face/ I wear my heart on my sleeve and my sleeve’s got gonorrhea/ So next time I fall in love I’ll cut off the cunts ear/ Put it in a box and scream in it every night/ Granted I’m no artist, but I know what I like/ And yeah I admit, I’m a bit of a cunt/ But I don’t give a fuck, yeah I say what I want/ You don’t fucking like it, you can go and jump/ On Fritzl's tongue like his son when his drunk/ This is my music and I’m causing a scandal/ Fucking up the Underground like a graffiti vandal/ I plan to make you all sick/ I’m the best thing you’ve clicked since one cup and two chicks/ CHORUS: Give me alcohol, give me sex/ Give me violence or give me death/ If I die, before I wake/ Write I did it my way, on my grave/ (Repeat) Give me alcohol, give me sex/ Give me violence or give me death/ If I die, before I wake/ Write I did it my way, on my grave/ (Repeat) Violently Sick entertainment ©

VERSE 1: I wrote this four years in to my sentence. Listen up- All those pricks who wanna say shit, like AGER ain’t the same, it’s/ Pointless calling my name bitch, I’m so high above this fake shit/ I’m looking down on planes and shit, you’re looking like ants to me/ I’m burning you to flames you bitch, I need a magnifying glass to see/ You stupid little cunts! This ain’t no fucking game/ And I’m not some fucking punk, I’ll win and don’t even play/ I been in jail like four years now, survived it all you can’t knock me down/ I’ve seen it all you can’t shock me now, and now I’m here you’re gonna stop me, how?/ I was sentenced life by a judge, felt my life die, the blood/ Had my lungs not working proper, then my heart stopped I’m gonna/ Die, I flat lined, not once but fucking twice/ Woke up four days later in intensive care, my family at my side/ See my Nans my eyes crying, must be her prayers that helped me rise/ Now I hear these liars lying, should have been enough to realise/ Should have got out that game, it’s a shame I was too young and thick/ And got back in that same shit, but fuck it now it’s come to this/ CHORUS: VERSE 2: I’m going for this fucking shit, ain’t nothing holding me back/ I’m gonna show that I ain’t bluffing bitch, holding the mic like it’s a strap/ I’m blowing down this fucking shit, tell the Pigs the Wolf is back/ I hope that house is full of bricks, to jack you fools I’m cool with that/ Been violent in this city, stabbing cats since it was ninety six/ Been surviving since a little kid, I’m original so quiet bitch/ Tuck those chains, hide your shit, you know what fucking time it is/ Kneel on the road and ask the gutter who I am, I ain’t hyping shit/ Earned my stripes, climbed the ranks, you cunts are hyped talking ‘shanks’/ Done a couple of months on remand and talk about ‘pen’, you ain’t worth a wank/ Your CDs are a fucking joke, like these clowns that fuck with coke/ Shift an O and claim to run the roads, but they can’t back that. No!/ I been around made men, trust me you ain’t them/ I pray for you fucking weak cowards. Amen/ Since the gates opened, I’m going for this I’m focused/ I want this shit forever, I won’t stop. I fucking own this/ CHORUS: Violently Sick entertainment ©

VERSE 1: They say if you want Peace prepare for War/ I say if you want Peace, put the gun down I applaud/ our soldiers for their duty, but I hate their cause/ fucking Devil's stealing lives, money grabbers with their claws/ in the backs of the needy and the vulnerable/ cutting pensions and disabled benefits, yeah, fuck the constables/ who enforce this law whilst breaking it/ fuck Conservative and every fucking voter who put a stake in it/ gave a failing country to some cunts who started raping it/ even if I work, fuck Tax, I ain't paying it/ so they can buy a second home, down a rich road/ in a postcode that someone like me could never go/ I could never own my own home, full stop/ I'd be lucky to get a council flat back home but i'm not/ dwelling on this shit, like I say keep my head high/ I'll forever fight to break free from this dead life/ HOOK: To all my people in the struggle, hold your heads high/ together we'll find the Peace that we're craving/ to my people on the hustle, keep your minds right/ together we'll fight for this peace and we'll make it/ so Peace to the Scammers, the Shotters and Lowlifes/ Peace to the Benefit Fraudsters in the doll line/ Peace to my boys and girls banged up, hold tight/ Peace to my Lowlifes, Peace. Hold tight/ VERSE 2: How the fuck can I talk about Peace in these songs, when all I've ever known is crime on these streets. Yeah it's long/ seeing bailiffs knocking, and pigs kicking your doors off/ crackheads burgling houses when their drugs have worn off/ watching crack whores walk these spots, their knickers torn off/ teenage mothers pissed up and they'll suck you till your soft/ just to feel some sort of love and affection/ smashed out their nuts fucking anyone for a connection/ their babies are on registers for child protection/ cause the mum likes to party the kid suffers neglection/ it's a sick work, a shit world and this shit world/ wont change 'till everyone stops following this girl/ and that's why I'm here now talking of Peace/ because people wont learn if you don't teach/ I wont preach but if I don't speak no one will hear you/ So I'll blow my fucking lungs out trying to reach you, here's to/ HOOK: (Repeat) VERSE 3: Fucking cunts keep raising Tax, taking Tax/ untill we start smashing through the fucking windows to take it back/ Mr Cameron, "Call me Dave!", Dave/ if you're so fucking down with the people, how comes you're so fucking afraid/ to face the problem face to face, you fucking waste of space/ Nick Clegg I'm fucking amazed you should feel so ashamed/ getting in bed with this pimp he don't even give you a say/ and when he fucks you, he don't even look in your face/ 'cause you're just a bitch, and he's the big prick/ honestly both of you cunts and your teams make me sick/ and I haven't forgotten about Brown and Blair/ Labour, even though everyone seems to forget that they're/ the reason the Country's fucking gone to the dogs/ what kind of society is better off on benefits then getting a job/ are you really fucking serious 'cause/ you'd be better off waving a white flag. You've lost/ the trust in the people for generations to come/ 'cause I'm telling you the same things I'm telling my son/ that America is dumb and you follow these cunts/ lick their arseholes then address us with the same tongue/ breath stinking of Death, Greed and War/ and I for one won't fucking have it no more/ so I'ma voice my opinion like the Media, here's the heading/ a Country crippled with debt throws a multimillion pound Wedding. Violently Sick entertainment ©