Yudunwanadrink no
I make sinkholes when I Tip toe
Thru ya crib cos I'm big mo
No contest Dinlo
Money is a pain
cos I aint gonna win dough
Bent back Under my bars like limbo
On a drum beat, beat-all like Ringo.
Ill keep on it, keep doin my thing
'til One line gets me a house like bingo.

You don't wanna bust that ting
No

you're a lunch and a prick, (twat)
muck about
Get punched in the dick
I don't really care if its fair cos I come from the bits
Where shit gets thick
And the scum wanna drink
(SMASH)
clunk widda sink
Runt of the litter, with the
Punks in the pit,
funk widda twist
Get drunk, step up, get jumped,
get slumped, get lumped, widda brick

Or Sumthin sick
YO

I made the riddim widda little bit of cunning,
wudda give it to my cuzzin
but then Gizzy had to run it
Cos I'm givin it a hunnit
If I did it couple summers back
I really reckon that
The kiddie
Rizzle wudda done it
Kick a little summin
Cos I kill it and ya buzzin
I don't listen to the bitchin and the fussin,
cos I love it
Rum Committee, Giz and all the others,
Got em Sick of all the rubbish
And so they hitching up to Sussex

Like FUCK this

To sum it up you're in deep shit,
You can't fuck with the Giz you're a penis
I'm a demon on beats
and you're meanless
And it runs thru my veins so I bleed it.
See I speak for a reason,
Speech is treason
You could never reach this Feeling
Seeding, leeching, breathing
creeping, leaving,
change like trees in the seasons

our musics like our drink cos
We aint Having pop
Rum committee Smashin spots
Drunk and getting bladdered lots

my musics like my drink cos
I aint Having pop
Gizzy Smashin spots
Drunk and getting bladdered lots