Tabanacle - Champions League lyrics

I'm in a league of the champs k** 'em with the bars Zidane Zidane spin 'em with a pa** Still Messi with the craft Sip Rémy with the bars when I'm baling See I'm more like Bale your Smalling Still chasing that Sterling cash on the block I know bare young gunners like Arsenal So when they run up just shooting attack so ruthless quick and I don't mean Barca Are you ready for me yet better line your defence man might get Čech I could blatter up a man and I don't mean Sepp As I'm shattering this game at whole new depth I got love for the fans no f**s for the haters I Zatalan man When it comes to a pagan So when I say I'm putting Hazard on a track Better know one thing it only means danger Baller like Ronnie south side Donnie I'm the man in the city and I don't mean Bony Savage on a track and I don't mean Robbie When I'm rapping on a track better know I'm on it In the south of the ghetto bare shots like Eto'o Edin to a man better know I'm Džeko Cause we take titles quick when you slip and you fall To your knees and you drop like Guerrero Better know I'm battering the pages And there ain't no Callum in my Chambers Man this sh** so long it could take out an OX By the box in a battle with the rangers Ribéry's back with a banger They don't wanna see me smash through the banner I'm hulk To kids all trapped in the manor I give them hope Still we aim for them goals cause we want more But they hate the way Danny Rose to the top four We on tour with the squad when we roar through the block It's straight shootout in a cup draw And I don't really wanna man the block, cause Vans will stop Trying to take my Persie my hands will drop Take out the first thing like Stam was on The only thing that's gonna save 'em is the hand of god In my manor my manor I flip I robanna while smoking Havana and cro These chicks wanna f** me but move like its ugly to pick up my hammer and blow So blow bubbles till the purples off I swerve shots like Berbatov You better learn to cross cause if your playing my field it's a certain loss No way José will I lose now you heard the boss I had to murder Ross, my Barclays try hit me now with a further cost, I took a further loss, so I come back hit like a German bomb Ozil and I hit 'em on a herbal bong I bring the verse to songs And ain't no one gonna stop me now I've earned my shot So listen up let me work along I said no ones gonna stop me now I've earn my shot Like a sub we only praying that we see change no FIFA still we k** 'em in a street game I have an ultimate team but the only one you seen is the one you being playing EA Man I get Depay I get replays on the block when there's feds its Piqué there's no k**ing my time like Fergie cause you can dropped Cissé