Ed Tarrant - Mr Skeng lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah [Hook] Call me gunshot Michael, Mr Skeng Check one-two, man skitzed again Dickhead yout and a dickhead crew Getting ga**ed up by your dickhead friends [Verse 1] It's like dem man woke up pissed again If I buck these pricks again I got goons and you got goons But the difference is your sh** pretends My n***as don't talk or rap No, my n***as don't talk or clash No, my n***as don't talk they mash f** boys, man are you talking smack? They said Stormzy can't be the king of grime Cuh he can't do radio sets Let's be real, rudeboy I would light up a radio set Like, really, I can't stand these f**ing pricks I don't care about your f**ing whip Mum, if you're listening, close your ears But tell them paigons s** my dick I've had enough of them, they all piss me off Had one chance they missed the shot I link up Flipz, then we burn your bridge Then we laugh about it and split the prof [Hook] Call me gunshot Michael, Mr Skeng Check one-two, man skitzed again Dickhead yout and a dickhead crew Getting ga**ed up by your dickhead friends [Verse 2] I think I just got dissed again Think I care who this offends Run up on man like Bale with a- Slap that through your sh** defense And I can still get a box imported Said "Don't worry about the beef, it's sorted" My man said he's a real gun shooter Then my brother said "Rah, that's awkward" My man's never been bad - that's bullsh** Two weeks in the top ten, who called it? Christmas, I went to war with the corporates Like, big-up the ones that bought it I do rap, then I do grime Then I do rap, then I sing and I roll right back They said you ain't gonna blow like that Who gives a f**? You know, like that? Ice in my cup come cold like that Woah, we ain't even close like that You know my style, know my stats Don't talk bad if you don't talk facts If I sign now, what's the buyout clause? One top ten, five sold out tours Might fling a mixtape out when I'm bored My life's okay, how about yours? Brother, I'm good, I stay with the lord Bible carrier, that's my sword Matthew 12, so I don't talk John 19's why I never got caught [Hook] Call me gunshot Michael, Mr Skeng Check one-two, man skitzed again Dickhead yout and a dickhead crew Getting ga**ed up by your dickhead friends [Verse 3] Back now, damn, I've missed the pen Had one shot, you missed the pen Bad man yutes with their bad man ways What they wish for me I don't wish for them I don't pay them fools, never been told Robbing phones outside Elliott School Let me get a little bit of Henny, I'm cool Many have come but many did fall away What? You thought I was the one? I was fourteen tryin' to buy me a gun Most n***as doing what I did back then So now I thank God for the guy I've become [Hook] That's gunshot Michael, Mr Skeng Check one-two, man skitzed again Dickhead yout and a dickhead crew Getting ga**ed up by your dickhead friends Yeah, it's gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Check one-two, man skitzed again Dickhead yout and a dickhead crew Getting ga**ed up by your dickhead friends [Outro] Yeah it's gunshot Michael, Mr Skeng Gunshot Michael, Mr Skeng Gunshot Michael, Mr Skeng Gunshot Michael, Mr Skeng Yeah, it's gunshot Michael, Mr Skeng Gunshot Michael, Mr Skeng You had one shot and you missed the pen, and that's Flex, aye