Give us a knife and a b**h and I'll slit cows Bring on this kid now, sit down 'Wow! You're sick pal' I crack this sh** loud, whip POW! I make rappers quit sound when I spit loud I'll make them hit town and skip round Chase 'em with full clip, flick, pow, chick BOW! I'm not getting signed to the likes of warner So there's no sh**es to warn us About Busta nicking my song title and the chorus What? You expect me to calm down Ya can get your arm bound I'll pound ya face, give us the crown Pull up ya body, look what I've found Throw ya carcus up everest and make ya arse climb down Slap on ya headphones and ya hitting the ground Flip round like a game of chance with nickles and pounds I got f*ggots on my check list that can get their head hit I'll eat what left for lunch and breakfast I'm made out a metal so when ya punch me I break fists You heard what I said b**h