[Verse 1: Lunar C]
Yo, I'm running, running through the jungle
Swinging with an anaconda wrapped around my knuckles
I put gorillas in headlocks, grab them in a huddle?
I spill their blood when I got them, then drown them in a puddle
How come these rappers say they won't change
Then they make a load of gay sh** for radio play
That's why I hate the whole game, I ain't saying no names
But I ain't a**ociating with these pagans, no way
I'm on this, I know that it's tough sometimes and I moan
It's just a life that I chose
And you couldn't change my mind if you put a knife to my throat
I'm undeniably dope, big up everyone supporting and f** your life if you don't
My dick will leave a b**h with a sore throat like she got strangled
Paralysed with a p**y smelling of off mackerel
Getting under your skin like bomb shrapnel
Walking 'round with two fat joints like I've got cankles
You don't know a crew that can rap this hard in Britain
Fly Tippers in this b**h, we be aggy, I'm just chilling
Took your mother to the bedroom, but your dad just started b**hin'
So I smashed it on the landing like a Kamikaze mission
On my birthday a seance, preformed by a cover
Hands in a dark room, I wasn't born I was summoned all of the sudden
I'm just giving you a short introduction and insight into why all my thoughts are disgusting
I'm satan, any church is getting burned down
Body anybody that I battled in the first round
They're angry cause I jumped in the scene and just destroyed it
f** a clash; I've never even lost a coin flip
Hah! This is a hard beat pattern
Sounds like a fat b**hes a** cheeks clapping
I'm not a rapper, I'm just good at sh** talking
Peddle bike pimping, Bargain bin balling
But I ain't f**ing with these second rate reprobates
I dead my prey before they get a chance to plan to get away
Yeah, and anyone that makes it to my cellar stays
I got these backpackers hooked like Leatherface
All and you up and comers go and do your homework
Haters on my dick, but I know why they so hurt
I'm k**ing this so much I'm getting on my own nerves
Dub-Y Bradford, make this mission covert