 And you thought that you could win the titles apart Your own flow this shit requires some bars Come through start lighting the rocks Getting lyrics back to back when I do for bars The title, man Use the same monotone flow and rely on that How you get hype from that Fuck that flow, that flow, that shit is in the tribal sass So let me show you that it's easy to do Speaking the truth feels at the least in the proof We shoulda do you never put weed in your zoo You get the proof and nobody fucking fuck up Folks, you're known all around the gay clubs You look like Rap Day If he didn't take drugs It's O'Shea orcs I take this bullshit as he talks Man, I'll stick him in pitchforks You're a bitch, orcs You more bitch than a bitch In fact, I'll slice the snitch I'll even win stitch after stitch Yeah, I'm O'Shea Joke rapper Joke cracker Irrelevant indirect bars That don't matter But the body fuckers like bone cancer Yeah Oh, oh, shizzle Go swivel I'll referee the two toughest teams in your town For full match With no whistle You are so, you are so brittle None of you southern fucking dickheads Can drive with me That I googled bedding And it told me to go to the library Listen, I'm saying that to them Bro, some respect for my name I've been by your side till the end, bro Smoking indoor with an AR-15 And a good scope and extendo Can't cheat the size of Nintendo Automatic one-squeezer, let 10 go In a whole wiggle echo Mash up his track suit that's made from echo Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Echo apartment Pedro Swag Chief it in a Tesco bag Hey, yo, Pedro, it's plain to see You cop all your guns from that raster outside HMV You got your two-pack T-shirt Check Poster of an alien smoking weed Check Yes, let's go Shake up your breaking bag Check Beanie with a ganja leaf overage I'm making fun of you You look like the type of guy to wear a high-visage Jacket and not even have a job I roll with the same strap that killed Bambi's mother In martial matter I've sedative drugs and the heavens above Bro, I was born in the shadow of the Pelican pub You were born as- You were born as stones through from the Wellington Trust Bro, I don't know who I am Matty But my fucking therapist does Hey, yo, how we going? The concept of like poets versus rappers and that But when have Harry and Dan actually produced an actual rap? They're not rappers, they're poets We know that as a fact We're meant to be the rappers Oh, I'm not happy with that What are you talking about? We're definitely rappers, mate Of course we can rap He doesn't believe me Go online Check out all of our track We didn't want to battle you But you're here now, welcome But someone set us up We're double the worst mis they are We've struck them deaf and dumb You may poo-poo us, but we are such a clever bunch Your bad grammar hasn't changed Well, some things never does