No Respect

[Intro]
They wanna hear me say "Dot Rotten's back"
Grime God shit, nah
I can't even say it
I'll leave that for you to decide
Yeah, you decide
No respect as always though
Urgh

[Verse 1]
Fresh start, I'm back
Like I've already walked on this planet
I've been forced to inhabit
The grime scene, I'm causing the damage
Resorting to havoc, gory and savage
Endorsing panic, yeah bruv I'm a madman
Push me to the limits and I'ma stab man
A hundred times, I said a hundred times
'Til your lungs are dried, blood's all over the corpse that you used to reside inside
Yep, you're a dead man
If it was medieval times then I'd behead man
But it's 2016
And I've got a driver
Run man over while you're outside
To see you fall down off your windscreen
Now I'm a bit keen, back to the war
When we at a show better have cash at the door
I won't rap for a score, if the fans are all proud of the 16 wow this is shit G, they ain't never seen me on form
I left the scene back then my thoughts were like 'Really I'm bored'
This is fucked, you're a dick
Man tried wipe my history out like I weren't the one MC in south comin' up from the bits
They prefer me shovelling shit, couple DJ's tried block the movements
Had me feeling like I was stuck in a pit, but
Anyway fuck them, like their sucking a dick
I'm above all this shit, try violate man get a punch in the ribs or a stab in the back I ain't having it fam
I've uncovered the crypt, put my trust in a witch
I look up in the sky like "Fuck you God"
I do not see this planet and nothing exists
Drunk, guzzling whiskey
Suck your mum's cunt, that's a bit deep
But you know I love when the trouble is thick
If grime's your house I'll knock that shit down 'til it's rubble and grit
Nobody says thanks
I'm the reason Carly cusses legit
Now I'm trying to get paid like Russell & Smith
But this country's got me feeling ugly, they used to love me
We almost cuddled and kissed, but the grime Illuminati huddled and wished for my downfall
Fuck it, it's my fault
I should run out where the government live
Clutching a clip or a sword with the rustiest grip
Like I'ma start drugging the kids if you don't start pumping my hits, it's a fucking eclipse
You might find your son in a ditch, in my trunk he can sit
I'm a punk and a prick
Say what you like but I got your mum in the basement
Look at the room now, a pile of dung's the replacement
No respect for the top of the scene, I'm on top of the scene
I'll clean up and mop all the scene's MCs
Like you're lost in a dream to think in a ring you could be boxing with me
I'm bored
I heard your bars, I snored
I went away, I toured
I came back like "Whats new?"
They said him and not you
Your head top, I shot through
I got chased for bodying MCs, you can't separate that like a Siamese child
I'm so gutter, I'll throat cut ya
Assault mothers, have a soul brother with a white tea towel
Try me pal
I've been 10 years ahead with a grimy style with a flow that is ugly as Wiley's smile
I raped the scene, I be in the bedroom lifting up nighties now

[Outro]
No respect
I'm 10 years ahead
Urgh
20 years ahead in fact
Not nice
Urgh
No respect to your ears
30 years ahead
Yeah
40!