VERSE 1:
When writing, I spite 'em/
Fuck 'em all, I don't like 'em/
These fake fucks, with their dumb looks/
Exactly how, a cunt looks/

Vagina style, talking pink shirts/
Chinos, with'a drinks purse/
Man bags, nahh, I'll stab/
A pussy up, trust I'll have/

A bitch, looking like she came on/
Metaphors, yeah, game on/
I sip bourbon, out a hip flasks/
Sniff coke, off a chicks arse/

Rock star, I'm blacked out/
So loud shirts, best back down/
Got fiends for friends, cracked out/
Monsters, you're a snack pal/

You're real, like your spray tan/
Sheep, following the same man/
In a snap back, to the slaughter/
Like AGER, with your daughter/

Dirty, like the Thames is/
Killer, nahh, but my friend is/
Flow sick, to get my dick kissed/
Trust bitch, I just tell like it is/

VERSE 2:
Go POP, nahh, no way/
I'm Hip Hop's, cocaine/
I'm shit hot, you just ain't/
Don't be pissed off, I'm just saying/

How fucking, real I am/-
How fucking, ill I am/-
I fucking feel like I am/
A monster, kill, 'cos I can/

I love dirty chicks, on ket/
In a K hole, beyond wrecked/
Fuck brunettes, blonde skets/
Mandy'ed up, and on sex/

Pissed up, popping bottles/
Fuck champagne, in our nostrils/
Got more drugs, than hospitals/
invincible, unstoppable/

come down, nahh we stay up/
Vampires, yeah we drain blood/
Don't sleep, we're dead beats/
We're dirt bags, with red sheets/

If she's on, put a towel down/
A ball gag, in her bad mouth/
Back doors, I smash the house down/
And fuck her arse, 'till she bowls out/

VERSE 3:
A Sick cunt, I don't play son/
I'ma prick drunk, i stay on/
That sick shit, I slay songs/
Hustle, where do'you get your flake from/

Friends, ain't got them left/
Fuck pussy's, Femfresh/
If I ain't number 1, top 10 best/
Like a brown hit, my pens death/

Fuck posh chicks, I don't rest/
Nigella, the original dope chef/
Big tits, I want milfs/
Wheelbarra, like she's on wheels/

Good girls, love bad boys/
On the streets, I make mad noise/
Fuck fame, I get sucked off/
Don't like it, fuck off/