Bruza - Shop Freestyle lyrics

I'm hot like Baghdad, that's why you and your man are sad I'm come around your team like a flashing mash and spit a coupla little men out of ya hat Fill up your belly full of bangers and mash and attacking your team like an Afghan Pap, pap, clap, clap, let's see if you're able to backchat Can't hear you blud you're mumbling and Bruza brings the thunder in And I'll leave his meat with a puncture in and make him do a belly dance Cave his stomach in and sweep his feet from under him It's Bruza Zulu warrior, warrioring you and your warriors, get me, get me I came in the game, like have that c*nt, you get me, have that I'm in your face like a backhand slap I stole your fame, now you're like “hand it back” Helpless with your hands to your back and handicap You got caught by the handicapper, with your mate shot with his hands on his cap This is the big Bruz, against me there's no one to run to I use tools and Bob's your uncle, pap, pap, Bob's your uncle And Fanny's your aunt, that's what you get for ackin hard Ack hard but I know you're Fanny's aunt