King of Grime

[Intro]
Yeah yeah
Yo
Tyrone
One, One (Ya Bitch)
Corn corn, bow bow
Soldiers
Certain times, certain man fi go suck their mudda, ya know?
Dem fi go look in their mudda front and gwan go suck it
Cah dem tek people fi eediat
Dem tek di rastaman fi ah eediat
Dem try disrespect the rasta man

[Verse 1]
What?
So it's the Nottingham man that you wanna be the dan on
Must have been the Valentine's thing that he sat on (One)
Think you're bad because you got PR, put I in the PR
You'll get R.I.P and shat on (Okay)
You got a durag hat on, 'cause you wanna be what I'm on (Tyrone)
M.I.C told ya, suck ya Mum
Didn't say a thing that a little school boy just kept mans hat on (Keep it on)
Remember when you thought PK was gonna bang on
You, shitting on the bed you lie down on
'Cause you were catting for the Midland bang on (Tyrone!)
'Cause you were catting for the Nottingham man on
Every new style that he's got is bang on
And I don't give two shits, what tracks Dizzee Rascal spat on! (What a fool)
Fix up, look sharp, let me get my gat on (One)
Redskin pussy with a face like salmon (One)
Think that you're bad 'cause you're smoking with him
But you should have found 'Go Freestyle', put that on
Mashing up your chest, like I put Sagat on
With your little Novelist rebore swag on
My friend, has got a line in country
And he told me that he wants to put your Dad on! (Turn it off)
Silly little boy, can't even put a jimmy on
Got a new song, I can say, "Suck ya Mum" on
But if I say it on this, t-shirt might get blood on (One, one)
I wanna know whose life this pussyole gonna put a gun on
Not mine, Glock nine lyrics that I flow on
Luck that I never did put Glung Glung on! (Yo)
Yea, I put a Hitman Tiga I got an MC man said we should have run on (Yeah)
Murder, she said, that I've put a son on (Yeah)
Skinny little arms, can't ever put a glove on (Yeah)
Yeah, I put a Hitman Tiga I got an MC man said we should have run on (Yeah)
Murder, she said, that I've put a son on (One, one, one)
Can't ever put a glove on
When I chat about, D Double check this one
I've got birds in the sky
But your Mums ain't one
If I see your Mums on the road, get ooaah ooaahhh!
Badabuh bup bup
Think you're a big boy 'cause you did cat
T Specialist will turn your skin tone black
If it's comes just like gats, matte black, head back (head back), get clapped, one! (One)
Chat about D Double check this one
I see your mum, she's dirtee-tee
Think about it, man
You don't wanna hold a couple shots from (Bow, bow)
You'll get smoked in the ends, when you're long from home time (Bow, bow)
T Specialist saying one, one!

[Interlude]
Um, I just want to say
This is a murder happening
Murder, she wrote

[Verse 2]
Sending for the Mezical you take it too far
In Lewisham you must have been a fucking joker
One, one, one
Little D ain't giving you a war
Funky D ain't giving you a war
P Money (Wow) ain't giving you a war
But we get verses like, "Yeah, yeah!"
And, "Ooaah, ooaahhh!
Heard man are chatting about a 100k
But you still look like a ragamuffin anyway (Yeah)
Burst our mics, physically anyway (Yeah)
If I aim at your head from a head-top angle
You will get bang, bang, anyway
Let me chat about a hundred, hundred
Let me chat about a hundred, hundred
Let me chat about a 100k
If you think you can pay, your way
To the top, must be smoking yay
You can have a song with Trey Songz, Kanye
You will still be catting bars from my way
Can't remix anything you say
'Cause if I say anything that you say
I'll be saying something from my way
'Cause my friend did tell me that, the other day
Open the door, flash grenade!