DW I’ll Trouble-You So You Gots To Behave-Man
Just Like Barney Rubble You’re A Second Rate Cave-Man
You Made-Fam; You Think You A Vet-Whats-The-Deal?
Sending Fags To PM Me Like Xl4Real
I Roll Like A Wheel; You’re As Active As Stasis
Ya Black Eye Spreads To Two I’m ‘Contagious’ To Ya Faces
I’m Blameless; This Crew-Fight Is Due-Tonight Who’d-Ya-Bite?
I’m Too-Tight Don’t Expect Hype Coz I’m Not The Loser-Type
The Banks All Want Me From New York To Charlton
The Only Banks You’ll Get In To Is Carlton
I’m Starting, I’m Pissed, And You’re Next-On-The-List
You’ll Find It Hard To Reply When Your Necks-In-My-Fist
So Expect-To-Be-Dissed Coz My Rhymes Hit The Hardest
I’ll Drop Yo Ass Faster Than Rodney King Charges