He′s just another foul captor full of

These rappers who lack the wow factor

Tell 'em straight to their face and they wanna scowl at ya

Proud actors feeding off false encouragement

And bottle fed freaks who reek of their own punishment

You can′t tell me nothing about this rap ting here

Say sutting it fall on a deaf ear like what

Full steaming this bitch with your best gear, what's that

Got something to say come on let's hear oi

Pour liquor into my right kidney and stick

Your middles up in the atmosphere if you′re with me

Man I don′t give a fuck where your from

Race, colour, creed, sexuality or relig-ion

Gone, let's get this show on the road

Blow and unload, counting up the doe that I′m owed

While I tick boxes, catching flies with one chopstick

Killing live shows with a flow that's become toxic

As soon as he drops it don′t wheel it

I mean it with your fingers in your ears you can still feel it

That shit that manifest from within the chest

Who'd have guessed I was more butters than an EasyJet stewardess?

Yes, it′s cool dress me

I know what they're trying to pull but it's all bless me

That′s what you call messy

I′m still scrawny, 10% angry 90% horny

Your mums calling is a regular occurrence

So I linked her up to dead off the pussy without the pet insurance

Secure in the knowledge I'm on some next endurance

I′ll murder your disco for less than 20 duros

Surely you've heard of me on that tune when I′m

Bolting all prematurely and throwing salt in the wound

2pac isn't dead you mug and Biggies on the moon

They′ve got Jimi Hendrix on the decks and Whitney on the spoon

Soon come but then we've moved on

She loves a ginger chicken mushroom with the udon

Can't rely on the shovel to get the mood on

That′s why I backed the gal and then hammered it like a true don

Man a rudeboy, your a new boy

Who the fuck is talking to you boy

Swear to god, Buddha and Allah

If it isn′t over something it's the mother fucking udder

You shudder, il keep on bunning that lemony hubba-dolla

It′s naddah but not really

Take a step back might see it a lot clearly

Snap your neck back as I giggle and bop freely

Catch a sunburn, with that ahh you got pealy

Pop wheely, shot CD's are dropped yearly

A lot of rappers think they′re coming close but not nearly

Stick it in your face and let the brains blow

I stay wavy like the end credits of a game show

Two parable, incomparable

The way I keep twisting them up like balloon animals

Yeah Dabbla's on that shit that you

Couldn′t write, not in your fucking life

Gimme the fucking mic!

Gimme the women, the jewellery,

Cars and funds and a big fuck off

Skip I can burn them in when I'm done

I'll sum it up in one stale breath, fetch the bayonets

I′d love to burn a milli I haven′t got that care left

Saying that il be back on that shit I started with

Me, myself and I have decided to form a partnership

A tried relationship, you get three strikes

Before we all turn up on bikes and start spraying shit

This back in the day and shit

Could always count on Dabbla cause his rappers ain't saying shit

I′ll stick to this gig and I'll keep chipping away and shit

They must fucking love it cause it really ain′t paying shit

Well I am m getting paid but it's hard to explain and shit

Ain′t enough to maintain a stable relationship

Ain't enough to cop a fucking yacht or a plane and ship

This weird entertainment shit, I swear to god

It can fuck right off!