X — C

Fuck your governments, I'll batter haurisamin like fish and chips I got the magic key, they yelling me, belling me, Biff and Chip “fraud and food” - pin or a needle, make you wobble or weeble Eazy scared to bust a rhyme cos he knows his lines are feeble Buss your yard steal your cookies, white, wine and treacle Saint Nick moves more tree than © Pines and Needles Like 22s Harris, I know you don’t move food You ain't got no .22 when anyone cruise through The only thing you move to is underage girls in their tutus Your ting is more clapped than King TuTu So please bro, stop calling your girl a princess Cah we all know you both look like products of incest You’re not flipping K, or making 0s, there’s no way You move no keys on no quays, lil bros got no quay Pay for your shit on Klarna, you got no Ks, that’s 0K Your bars all breeze and bananas you push no kilos thats OK Cah me and your girl bro we got chemistry (Saba) She got a fatback, tore up her back fat caught a felony (Shabba) Lets backtrack your track’s wack, there’s no melody (Nada) In this Dealy-o I’m the Oswald to your Kennedy (Plaza) Talking about assassinations Joshua i’m coming for you JC I’m the typa guy to make your girl blush You the typa guy to fart in the toilet bowl then flush Let’s talk about how Steph stole your gyallie Fucked her raw without wearing a Willy Bally She went down on his trumpet kinda like rizzle kicks You fucking nonce JC I know you like to fiddle kids Just like twix, Nick don't run out of bars fam Just like Chip, Nick don't run out of bars fam This the third time you been put behind bars fam You cried cos your girl a hoe, lol you’re not a hard man Hi JC - it’s nick let me clarify If your girl comes my yard then she’s satisfied Cos she’ll come either way - no home invasion While Youre crying on voicemail you lonely pagan Fuck your ends, hold tight all the man from South Clapham He fucked your girls end, her tight hole while he claps ham Couz He fucked your girl and then he made a sex tape Now thats the typa shit that you can’t fix with some flex tape He moved to your girl and brudda you got frimponged She be sucking his beef jerking it like some biltong Your girl got an only fans But she’s not his only fan He got bitches he don’t care about you you lanky lonely man Jc you’re a lame boy she gave him brain boy Steph lay more pipe in your bitch than mario on my gameboy You bell Stephy on the celly cos you mad as fuck Getting all jelly saying “Baby Stephy man's not a cuck” The fact is she came our yard to give him the maddest suck Ayy JC - you man better pattern up Bro, look at your hair line. That shit’s bare wild It travelled back so much that your hair gave you air miles Buy some Alpecin for your hair you wispy fiend Losing your hair cos we call your girl Krispy Kreme Cah she been bukkaked with £1000 pounds of glaze Shut the fuck up with 1000 days 1000 days The whole team gon hit just wait until Eazy gets To your girls yard for some midnight sleazy sex Hide your ting, Hide you wife cos she might need me next She gets linked more times than connecting flights on Easy Jet Be like J on the riddim and make your nonsense silent Red rum red rum blue moon yeah my conscience violet Redrum redrum redrum yeah my conscience violent If JC crosses man I’ll make him cross like Pontius Pilate