The Roadman Code

I wanna talk about all things I haven't done
Come to the ends with a 4-5 gun
One time, well I thought I was done
Living in the ends, clash in the slum
It's no fun, yutes try chirpsing my mum
I have zero patience for burberry scum
Chavvy little pricks wanna clash, well then clash
But I'll leave you braindead, something like Ash
I'm gassed to the max, gotta get my bags
And my bird trudy, she smells like fags
Relax, she's gone ain't coming back
Something like Addy Byron's dad
Hung himself cus' he's sad that he shagged
It's mad, probably why Ad's a bad lad
Orphaned more time than a lad in Baghdad
He's vexed right now with a handfrag
Cus' he never got to see mum's handbag

I'm hard as fuck, so I say fuck the cops
If they wanna clash too, I'm by the corner shop
The way these pigs move is too filthy
They tried to bang up my bruv' Dyl B
Well I personally think Dyl B's brilliant
And my man's probably innocent
It's been bare time since he had kids in
Don't believe Little T if he said Dyl lipsed him
Came in this game with a thick skin
So I'll blow these fuckers up like they're Pikmin
My team runs the block, we run this like Tetris
And Dyl B's a nice guy so he shares his sket tits

Roses are red, violets are blue
I'm seeing different colours though
I've just bun a zoot
I'm green as you see, I might look a bit confused
And I'll shank up a man if he asks me for twos