Fuck Trim

[Intro]
Okay
You know
Listen, it's H's war
This is H's beef
Call it whatever you want to call it, you know
But Trim, you should know better
On a serious note, it didn't have to be like this

[Verse 1]
Wow, can't see him on the wing
But I did see him blazing a ting
Cracked out pipe and a gauze
When he MCs now and again, I get a likkle man pause
I was in east, when I had boxes, sold him likkle man draws
He's only ever took part in likkle man wars
I was in east, sold him plenty of stones - T on the wing!
I got plenty of clones, but it don't mean
I won't run through plenty of homes
Oh I forgot, this likkle pleb ain't got one
If he did, kill off killy! I'd be there in a hot one
Waving a shotgun, wow!

[Interlude]
You know, all monkeys need to be put into place (That's right)
That's why we cage 'em (uh huh)
My apologies to all the animal rights people out there
I don't wanna be helping man out with publicity and stuff
But on this occasion, Trim... listen!

[Verse 2]
I was in Plaistow smoking a zoot
When I seen nappy head niggas shoot
Geeza, I won't let no sickle cell guy come to my channel
Because when it comes down to the war, all you're gonna see is Javan draw for the flannel
Sorry I don't want England to think man in East ain't cutting
"This H's beef! Prez why'd you cut in?"
I don't really know, I was in Straford blazing a 'gret then I get into war
He can't afford, it's like Porsche versus Honda Accord
So much bricks in my house man wanna say he lives abroad

[Outro]
You know
Sixteen or a thirty-two