Danny Weed - Creeper (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, I, roll deep on these Put these emcees on deep freeze Hit these, whip these and rip these Come like Busta, we flip these Please, don't ramp with these Fearless, angry, sick emcees Don't like Kristy's or Britney's Lala's or Tinky Winky's This one's strictly for pickneys Old school Afros, dry white knees Barclays, Halifax, we stick these Endless gunshots, we lick these Trick these, CID's with ease Touch mic, emcees jump like fleas Player haters get chopped like trees Avoid Rascal to avoid injuries [Verse 2] And I hit 'em like a lightning bolt Five thousand volt, it's your own fault Stand still, I'll put your whole crew to a halt Cover emcees like pepper and salt Gunman bullets go right through your coat Nine milli, take Billy for a billy goat Lay low, roll deep on a river boat Cuttin' edge, Dizzee Rascal, cut throat [Verse 3] Rewind a wind-re, late to the sound This soundboy's straight to the front line f** her to the left, right, front or behind Never nice, gotta be cruel to be kind Dry lips sippin' on a dry white wine Feel funny, take a draw of this, feel fine Husband, I'll make your wifey be mine Get p**y, get poom, get feline [Verse 4] Lyrical staff Never could they ever take me for a chav Scholar in the English, scholar in the Math Dizzee ain't no riff raff Hit 'em with the rise Move, kick, uppercut, jab Don't make me lose my rag I'm a troublesome lad Barefoot Shaolin lad Lyrically far from swag And I'm far from clean, I'll Play kiss chase with your aunt Maureen Get rhymes, get heard, get seen Dizzee run tings like Idi Amin Keep vigilant, keep on guard We chuck grenades at Scotland Yard Retard, get kicked hard, real hard Leave d**h threats in your birthday card [Verse 5] Weights in the gym Gla** full of Alize, right to the brim Roll deep, so deep, they can't swim Doin' it for Keisha, doin' it for Kim He wants arms out, he wants to swing If you try a ting, get a punch in the chin Rascal is here, you better start worryin' Get a hidin', beatin', turfin' Didn't wanna care, so Left that boy in the gutter somewhere When I talk live-o, when I talk rare I'll make you wish you were born elsewhere I've gotta wash that girl out my hair She's old news, everyone's been there No we're not equal, no we're not fair That girl's anything, she gets air [Verse 6] Take time p**y yout Samurai, separate legs from feet Twenty two inch blade, nothin' ain't sweet Leave an emcee on the floor in the street And that boy can't compete Dizzee don't play fair, Dizzee might cheat Draw for your handgun, draw for your heat Dizzee boy, make a big boy look petite Sex, play, then work Girls say Dizzee Rascal is a jerk Do it for the Bentley, do it for the Merc Wanna make cash money like Young Turk And that boy got hurt Never knew that his girlfriend was a flirt Sex in the alleyway, s** in the dirt Sent her home in a black torn up skirt