Lunar C - SBTV F64 lyrics

[Verse 1 - Lunar C] Lunar C, F64 Big up SBTV Yo, follow @LunarCFT My ginsu will turn an MC into an Ed Gein skin suit Just because I like the sound of flesh being ripped through They already know the kid can't be defeated I got it covered like a skid-mark on a g-string My ego's still f**in' enormous When rappers wanna collab I tell 'em come and record it Then I diss 'em on the intro and f** up the chorus And drop an eleven bar verse just to be awkward I warned them, f**in' with a Tipper is a foolish move Flap your gums and lose a tooth I'm Dub-Y through and through I remember when the used to say "Lunar who?" Now I've got bare fans like I'm performing to a nudist group Your girl gargles on my kiddies when the rents due I bust a load on every pillow in your bedroom Can't figure out my next move Your crew is full of hyped up b**hes like a limo on a hen-do Yeah, you no-hope-having pieces of sh** You're not worthy to inhale the steam from my piss All this stupid internet beef is for kids And if Eddie Vegas isn't special needs he's a prick I'm bored of wondering why everybody's so shifty No I don't really mind, let these p**yholes diss me I was born with hairy balls and a fully grown widgie Rippin' off my nappy like "mum it don't fit me" Sometimes I'm angry about my life cause I'm flat broke But a lot of people with power die cause of cash though Maybe if I stack up the pounds and buy me a Lambo You'll see my picture next to some flowers tied to a lamp post Yeah, and lately I've been stressed that's Probably why I smoke till my insides are jet black There's some minor set-backs that I've been tryna get past But I stayed grounded like I've got a spiteful step dad I'm just a spliff chugging gormless degenerate West Yorkshire's the headquarters I'm reppin' it A force to be reckoned with I'll walk up and let my fist Smash through your temple like an autistic terrorist I'm the reason why your team seems shook My CD's nuts, you see these nuts? I'm the bee's knees bruv I keep it PG look I only started writing rhymes to get my peepee s**ed Cause I'm a Jack Russel with a staff's muzzle Big mouth always gettin' me in bad trouble Ten stone in wet clothes I don't have muscles but in my mind I'm hench though Yeah I live in a world of my own I have no need for you p**y you should already know Lunar C's the truth I'll eat the food off your dinner plate and make you clean it too Your missus calls me Moses when I give her a seein' to I play these mugs like a celibate Catholic woman's Sexually active husband I'm settin' the standards look Weapon of ma** destruction I'll dead any f*g for frontin' f** stepping on my toes you just entered a dragon's dungeon It's the winning that counts, I don't wanna take part Or watch nobody else they're not on my radar The industry's a mess so we've got to take charge I'll hop on stage holding the severed head of Conor Maynard I'll strike fear in their hearts and make the calm restless They'll feel my boot in their backside like a sharp tetan*s Big up Jamal Edwards Big up my crew FlyTippers, they can't test us I could beat 'em with one arm behind my back like an arm wrestler