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/

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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/

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