CallyManSam - Take Over (Mitchell Edwards Reply) lyrics

[Intro] Yo, it's CallyMan This is addressed at Mitch You're pony mate You ain't got fire The only time you've got fire is when you set clothes on fire I've got fire on the mic! Battyboy! [Verse] When I see you I'll be kicking your head in You'll get crumbled just like resin You'll get put down like new bedding We'll be swinging like gypsy weddings Grab your neck and bend it like Beckham Trying to fire shots at me, that's a weapon I spray fire that'll leave man sweating Bet you know it, in grime you're getting Trying to take me for a mug but I won't come second Mitch is a hating prick but I'll teach him a lesson Nowt but a pagan, it's just levels I'm setting Childish ba*tard, putting things on Facebook but that's just pecking You're not grime, I'll make you sound more like Weston This badman went into the can covered in tan Never got terrored in Preston Thinks he's bad with the Ps he gets in Only sells coke 'cause he's in bare debt ting I'm not a liar like Mitch you b**h, but cheers for the mention Let me keep building up this tension You'll get chopped up like dissection You're not hard, I'm harder than an erection You're not a winner, that's out of the question Section Boyz, I lock off his section You done f**ed up, bum fluff sh** in a bag is your only resemblance You never went in, you never went in You light on almost every sentence Thinks he's bad 'cause he's done a little sentence You're a little gay f**, why're you pretending f** pretending, f** taking d** and lending Big boy spender, I love spending You sell d**, that's bringing attention Gonna be a skint old man Selling d** will never ever get you a pension Send for me, I'll bounce back like suspension Lift man off his feet like I'm benching You might have Ps but you ain't got bars Ain't got flow but you might have cars Your flow's pure sh** just like a skinny arse My flow's out of this world just like Mars This little dizzy c*nt just got parred You might have dough, but I've got heart Your flow's soft, didn't you used to be hard? I'll send you away like a Christmas card You're so sh**, you can't spit this hard Came out the pen with some sh** bars Thinks he's bad 'cause he's in quick cars I spray fire like rockets lift off How can you call me a tramp, piss off If you didn't sell d** would you even know how much things cost? Hey Mitch, do you get the picture Twist man up just like a Rizla It's your time just like a wristwatch You just got told by this sick boss So stop thinking you're big like Rick Ross Girls may think you're pretty now with a perm but they won't when your hairline gets ripped off It's the end of your time on grime, tick tock You need to stop acting like a bigshot That's strange I'm from [?], not from Grange So you best had listen up, mister Stop lying 'cause you're gonna get spun Right sound, are we talking 'bout mums When I see yours, she's gonna get done One in my mouth, one in my bum Two in her ears, one in her c*nt Finish that slag with a donkey punch 'Cause she's a fat woman f**, that's sound, more cushion for the pushing Shag her so hard that I give her concussion Talk about mine, you pushed the wrong bu*ton Think I'm arsed about you say something Creep up on man like a CSI Russian Trust Mitch, you ain't gonna do nothing When you see me, you'll probs start running I spray fire but I'll leave man cooking Not sending back, you're too pony f**ing Not sending back, you're too pony f**ing [Outro] Mitch, this is what you're worth mate We're burning rubbish But I'm worth two tonne to you 'Cause you had to burn f**ing 110s and your garms mate That's what you are, burning rubbish!