[Intro]
Turn them, turn the headphones down, turn the mic up
Who the f** am I talking to? It’s only me here
Mad
Underdog season, it’s back
Uh, uh, yeah
Hoo hoo hoo
[Verse 1]
Give me some cro’
I’m in the zone, the winner’s home
This is not your typical who’s in the throne
The k**er’s back and with the track, I’ll slit his throat
I’m a criminal, the critical, they call me go
Yeah I’m insane, and my brain is clinical
From when I was little, the living conditions were critical
I was skipping school
My teachers were miserable
Now they wanna do a guest appearance in the dinner hall
And tell the kids, obey the rules
But the principal’s got the same education he gave you and he ain’t paid at all
[?] tell that prick he can kiss my ba**sack
You can stick that in your political rap stigma you twat
Alright let’s bury the hatchet, do I look like Jeremy Paxman?
Swear I’m fed up or rapping, it’s very distracting
If they acting then they spastics
Damn b**h, I feel like Pablo in Narcos
Walk inside the label like the owner’s Neville Bartos
[Hook]
If not the raps, what is it then? (Then)
I’m down for whatever, log-in and send (Send)
You turn up in the club with a drink, I turn up with a ‘Kov on a ped (f** you mean?)
Come to my manor with gun chatter (Uh)
Then get hit in the head with a bus hammer (Uh)
What do you know about TMS and TN creps and tea and hats
And it had to be tilted back or it was war because you wore that
[Verse 2]
In the Audi and we can’t afford to fill it up
Plus the wheel is f**ed
Keep it 100, real as f**
In my villa, couldn’t live [?] we’ve got big gorilla nuts
Dick pics out then dig ’em out
Bought a ticket to my gig
Bought a ticket of my sniff
I don’t care which one you did
Either way I’ll big it up
I’m the one that they ignore ’cause they can’t stop
But I’ma work my f**ing little dirty Persian a** off
Righteous, on the hype now
Pocket five pound
Oh my Highness, say your face so close to my dick
In the skies now
Anything to fit the right crowd
I swear some of these mandem are f**ing thick as b**hes’ eyebrows
On my camera roll, some pics of chicks will raise your eyebrows
Sometimes I’m by myself, I still surprise myself when I browse
Can’t believe my iCloud, one more thing before I sign out
Mic said s** your mum, coming live from the hideout
[Hook][x2]
If not the raps, what is it then? (Then)
I’m down for whatever, log-in and send (Send)
You turn up in the club with a drink, I turn up with a ‘Kov on a ped (f** you mean?)
Come to my manor with gun chatter (Uh)
Then get hit in the head with a bus hammer (Uh)
What do you know about TMS and TN creps and tea and hats
And it had to be tilted back or it was war because you wore that