 I don't think Tony's nice and don't excite me I'm Baraka blended with Jack from Tekkena Smash your head in the navet where paramedics gotta hold your I.V. I'm a local pikey in a pair of stolen knikies Don't distract me, I weave the shot and lace you from the sideline Total 90s, yeah I don't need a racist bar to break apart that you're making part to you To beat me, you need Bob Marley's roots King Celastia to autograph and sign his heart to you You need a giddy gun, boots and a car key You sport fuck them, right? The team you support coincides with the number of your recent CDs that people have bought Here's what Tonus Miff Show Total shit, bro We didn't see that album lying stores If I'm being upfront, no one had to buy yours Is you two motherfuckers a black and tall? That is all And we're both fucking small, so thank fuck this is a bastard ball Listen, Willzie, your ma's are fatty And that ass looks like the back half of a baghati I went in the kitchen, I went in the kitchen the other day And she was gargling a patty And you bet that bitch makes a shit roast in her That's why we eat them all the way I'm a spit roast in her So you talked to her, but the worst of something you couldn't bring I know you went down, you're like an old school playground Because you wouldn't swing See, I'm different than most I don't want to just stand there and rap with them I want that the few battleers battling need to happily scrap with them And actually batter them Nah, they don't have a knife And they want if he's packing a slap with them Like I just laugh at them while I'm casually slapping them Yo A couple of don'ts for the funeral home Mum jokes Black jokes Yeah, I really know your type And I might let those lines blow in the wind Like I'm holding kites Or I might get mad and put ducks on this square And I'm shaking like I'm rolling dice And get duped both of these thoughts playing like karaoke And they don't want it to sink What, you nine and Tony D No Down below, Mr. Reed No What, some round the cracker that nobody knows That earth out in the street Yeah, but this time he's gonna sink Yeah, but this time he's gonna sink How can you claim to be honest? But you both get no fucking checks If my bars go over your heads It's because you both have no fucking necks When you choke on your bars You don't entertain the crowd like I do Like I... I'm gonna go get a drink Yeah, go ahead And how you expect to... How you expect to stomp wheels When you ain't even rolling right Like a bowling alley If I see you in my lane I'm throwing strikes And I hold the knife, I'll frame it That's a violent pain But I'm like you've got to And he's travel agent You don't get it Well, I won't keep you waiting It means if you pop on Or pop back and relocate him What, you up on how do these two blokes? Like memes sold in a Plandos two jokes This is a ball, right now What are you ordering? I have two cooks You win those memes But so do me now I'm a slow speaker But you won't keep up This ain't a slow creeper Bars go over these cunts Like they're goalkeepers This is Piccolo Piccolo Freeze against goal Gia, you won't beat us These scousers don't like black people Unless they're coke dealers She looks like a cross between some fucking drag queen that should have had a caesarian Time Time, let's go, all right We're going now Yo, yo, yo I see his mum fishing at the aquarium Yo, this bread of his dumb He'd be spitting raps Till he's 71 Having sex with your mum Trust me Need to come Yo, I'm fucking getting bigger I'm turning into a celebrity son You just some fucking retarded clown That everyone hunts Yo, yo, yo He said that I'm turning into a celebrity son This bread's partly famous Like a celebrity son I've never rubbed up I've never rubbed up Just talk hard You'll get fucking bored hard I'll chuck you off the top Of the fucking tallest rollercoaster At Thought Park Yo, yo Rollercoaster Open them up with a kind of Coca-Cola Yo, a Tokyo owner What's he going to say I knock him out here When he landed Nova Scotia Nova Scotia The normal flow's a doper You say Coca-Cola You look like you've been drinking a Bola-Cola A Bola-Cola He looks like Pete's soldier-soldier Yo, that's too sick You need toothpicks And your hair is pubic Okay Four bars Hey, yo This dude's shit How are you going to say My hair is pubic You're just pissed off That you can't grow a beard and do this Mine grows twice as quick Nobody ever seen a garden gnome with a penis Trust me Nobody wants to see it I got a heart of stone Like a garden gnome Yeah, that's right I'll make your head pop Fucking come off of the dock Forehead with a red top And strangle you to death With one of Ceasel and Dreadlock He said something about Dreadlocks Head top, neck shot, chest shot Pet shot Let's cut Your raps are soul-soul But your battle performances are up and down Like a yo-yo I'll make you bounce around like a pogo Go home back to Soho Yo-yo You look like the guy you married Joe Carono Who's Lobo Yo, your mom and dad and your son is a homo Are you beating me, blood? That is a... Will you shut up a minute, bruv? I've been tailor-making buddy bags To let these fashion-conscious rappers rock Now, since this pussy stepped That's a cat walk So for that course Tommy Hill figurin' my catalogs I swear I wasn't gonna go proper I was gonna catch this buddy Smiling with leftover shoddy bars But then again, probably not It's instinctive in truth My name and titles on the line So my pen resorted to signature moves I bought the bar I unloaded clips Clapped the ill mac and rinsed The shoddy are ready Now, Tommy's gettin' sprayed It's like Gangland Chicago in the 20s I'm head on Yeah Shadow cast on one sloppy night's work Aside from that Every one they gave me I'll be I ain't sayin' it was light work I'm sayin' anything in my path I've got it covered Hold on Ain't that how light work? When it come title-wads I'm a childish guy moving Brattish car I'm finished with it I ain't playin' I just don't want you to have it But I gotta make this kid learn He didn't know I'm a different nigger You like the guy that confused Sam Jackson with Larry Fishburne I mean Knock knock Reset Unanimous Unanimous And that's exactly my point