Tipex

[Hook]
Bull in a china shop, live in effect
Why did he stop mixing funky on the decks?
Bull in a china shop, live in effect
Line 'em up and light 'em up on every set
Pussy, 'bout me running out of breath
But all your friends come like I'm running out of head
I'm still live in effect
Took shots, none of them fly through my vest

[Verse 1]
I've just got one question to ask
If Ghetts told him come Eski Dance
Would he leave his wife at the altar?
Go Primark and buy some new garms?
He'd pay for the petrol and drive the car
Wouldn't even get a drink from the rider
Listen, I don't know what made this boy start
I'll slap him and snap his Oyster card
UK's Flava Flav turned into a grime man
And now you wan' talk 'bout hypeman
You bend over and ride man
Looking like 2-0 right now
On the real, define hypeman
I jumped on the stage

[Excerpt from So Large spitting over "Esco's Spirit" at Eskimo Dance and getting a wheel-up]

[Verse 2]
Can't you see this boy loves fame?
Trap bars using his government name
Can't see clear, must have the sun in his face
Either that, or Kwam must've come in his face
Ayo, I wake up, make new dough, you don't
Go Zee & Co, buy clothes and you don't
Gassed cuh you got £60 for a show
Might as well use your hands for a bro
Your tunes are 99p, so?
I'd rather buy a bottle of Super Malt
Heads, shoulders, knees and toes
There's nowhere that this shank won't go
Tryna use my name for a come-up
Nah, that won't work, that will get you butt up
Caught you on Rinse FM, you done a runner
Got booked in a bar for half of a oner
Now you think you're some baller like Stunna
Rapping three years, no one didn't know ya
Now you're some grime scene floater
You're just Spooky's host and chauffeur
I never see your name on the poster
Me v. you is like ragga v. soca
Merky grew dreads to look like Sosa
Made a bar for what MC to go for
Thought his ting was on po-po-po-po
But it jammed and the pussy got licked over
Nappy dreads all over the roads, rah
Now I'm in the grime scene feeling like Omar
Jammz smashed him
He couldn't finish his pigs in a blanket
He jumped in the [?] and crashed him
Ask him, is he dead? Like Sanka
His dreads only ting dirtee stanking
Can't get a call back from Raskit
Look now, look now
Now I've gotta put another cap in Capo
Piere shot, can't run out of ammo
Now I've gotta put another cap in Capo
Piere shot, can't run out of ammo

[Verse 3, beat temporarily switches to "Look Like You" by Grizzy & M Dargg]
I sell crack, lemon and ammo
I don't wanna look like Capo
My young boy got that rambo
Run that through your Topman coat
All of my lemon is crack
I don't wanna look like Caps
Dem boys look like tramps
And mi cyan't look like that

[Verse 4]
Radio 1, the farrda dere
Can't hear? You must have the hardest ears
Do I have to draw my Russian hardwear
And lick down this koala bear?
Radio 1, the farrda dere
Can't hear? You must have the hardest ears
Do I have to draw my Russian hardwear
And lick down this koala bear?
To all you neeks getting inner on Twitter
You get one bomb, suck your mudda
Answer this one little question for me
Who ah buss mic like me?
You can get wheeled up four times like me
Who goes on the set and goes blind like me?
No guy, none of dem
Never ready
500 Grams is light
When I drop something heavy, what then?
500 Grams is light and it's better than all your EPs
If you're ready, come
And Merky, you little smelly rasta man
You need to back up and fall back
Piss on your Family Tree