D!CKHEAD

Man just I’m sat here beginning to losing control

I kinda wish my ex B died I won’t console

When I say I’m climbing thru the ranks I want god tho

If you want the smoke I’ll smack ya Fag right out ya gob bro

loud pack landed Imma Bill it up

Fill it up, Lean I’m ****ed

My Brain just did a ****ing wheel up

I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup

Bill it with my *****

We Doing 2cb and seeing stuff

I ain’t playing even so Steven can suck my *****

You leaching and ****ing preaching

Now shut the **** up Uh

If a ****head got me drunk enough

I’d slump a cunt For ****ing nothing uh

And I don’t give no ****ed no more (no more)

Two ****s you ain’t getting no more (no more)

Two ****s you ain’t getting no more

I put my pen to the pad if the pen writes crud then the pen is the punk to be blamed

I’ll back my ***** if a ***** beef her

Imma back my bad b’s every claim

And don’t don’t like them man that act like they do bits when they out on stage

Some ****in *****s wanna act too tough

Call bluff

Man just I’m sat here beginning to losing control

I kinda wish my ex B died I won’t console

When I say I’m climbing thru the ranks I want god tho

If you want the smoke I’ll smack ya Fag right out ya gob bro

loud pack landed Imma Bill it up

Fill it up, Lean I’m ****ed

My Brain just did a ****ing wheel up

I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup

Bill it with my *****

We Doing 2cb and seeing stuff

Uh

Imma mo ****in ****head

I **** up anything I jump on

Bad lad run up on the beat and beat it man

I don’t even no ****s My drugs got me up in a place of leaning man

So Why you gotta poke your nose up my arse like one of them covid screenings cuz

Too many man just cat cat cat cat cat

*****os got me heated fam

If you got the ***** to send my friend then do it

I’ll leave you leakin harder than my singles when I preview it

I might just **** up the Rap game dats how the UK do it

Man just got back from a break and now these rappers wanna start shit uh

Since September I been laughing

I’m to busy blowin up, Bin lard din

Businessman, dutty trim, named Tarquin

That’s your dad, And you know it

Your a smart kid

***** I’m right on target, I’m focused right now

Gonna shell till I see that claret, I’ll back it

Mana roll will malice and madness

You ain’t got that badlad flow

Like Imma ****ing punk

Like imma mo ****ing ****head man

Imma back to back hand

Slap ya nan man (slap ya nan man)

**** this madness

Kick back, Leave it to the dogs

Man I’m coming for the big racks

And Feed it to stocks

Man I’m getting more than interest

I fascinate the gods

Man I’m getting all them big checks

And give it to the squad

I’ll give any man a left hook

If you cap or jack my flow

I’ll hit you with that textbook

Bally on or Bally off I’ll leave you with ya next crook

***** wanna square up

But can’t even hold a press up

Look at me and tell me to my face that I ain’t next up