[Hook: Takura]
Attack your whole network (x4)
This dream is a nightmare to wake you from your sleep
[Verse 1: Dream Mclean]
You like my old song, not my new song
What do you want? Move on, do one
I used to be on moves, now I've moved on
I used to work at New Look, this is my new job
I used to beat girls on my futon, well I still do
The only thing that's more Ess**, more ma**ive, more round and appealing to women is a b**b job
Hah, and as I look up in the sky
I can see the man on the moon looking in my eyes
So I sigh, bruv what you looking for, a fight?
Pull my arm back then I hook him with the right
Ain't done yet, bang him once more then
Two landed on him, what'd you call em?
Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin
(Houston we have a problem)
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Uh, lyrical k**er
Whoops, metaphor dropper, syllable spiller
I'll k** you for lunch, I'll k** you for dinner
Then I'll eat you for breakfast, I'm a cereal k**er
You can't be living around me, I will k** off a liver
And k** off your liver like addiction to liquor, n***a
Alright, I admit it, I'm bitter, I give up
I am better and bigger, I am iller and sicker
Call me Jack the Hun, or Attila the Ripper
A different mixture, did you get it or didn't ya?
Well if you don't get it, I'll get ya
Wrap you up like it's the 24th
Open you up just like it's the 25th of December
Call me Chris Brown, call me Chris Brown
You'll be hitting Rihanna notes when them hits land
n***a sit down, n***a sit down
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Breathe heavy on the track, so you're never gonna catch
The team we be, terrorists in fact
Like them bredders in Iraq, we squeeze the heat when it's been attached
To some metal on your back, we're better than your
Av-erage so get your cambrics, we set the standards, standard
Dream the elected candidate who ran the place
While the rest just ran away and I have to say
[Hook]