Scorcher - No Ba** lyrics

[Scorcher- Verse 1] Yeah, I'm on tunes with no ba** When the war's on I watch no face, and you know this I'm on tunes with no ba** When the war's on I watch no face, and you know this I'm on tunes with no ba** When the war's on I watch, yeah yeah Ah f** it let go of me man, let of me man, sh** Listen, some big gunshot man'll aim at your head top Clap something make half of your head drop f** legshots man are firing headshots Them man are carrying blanks, man are carrying lead shots Still wanna act headstrong Lift man off the floor when he comes down he'll be like wheres half of my head gone Wheres half of my friends gone Some big shotgun man'll aim at your head side Clap something that'll make half of your head slide Duppy man off at the hospital bedside They're on legshots, man are on a head vibe I'll pump the pump up spin around and pop the ting then dump shots at the next guy Big shotgun pressed on your left eye Make a move you're a dead guy (Pause) I bust a .45 and clap bu*tons off shirts f** rebores manaman got straps that work Clap one in your neck make your forehead jerk Listen, and I don't wanna see you in circa Tuck you in quick like a shirt on a berk Keep chatting bout captain, but your name ain't Kirk Cos I'm on firing guns that you hold with two hands Shotgun lift man over two vans f** leg shots manaman have got new plans Open a boys head top like soup cans Don't go against me, it don't make no sense like driving a car on two bans This miss you is not an issue if you cme here with a pistol I'm on firing guns that you hold two handed Lift man off the spot where he's standing No, you will not get away with a bandage If bullets was teeth I'd leave three in the side of your face like a sandwich I flash the mash quick like a camera but it's not candid, uh Yeah come off the bad boy poses When I kick off it won't be thumps in noses Man carry big heavy metal like guns n roses I'll open your chest like it's the red sea and my bu*terfly knife was Moses And I ain't in Boy Better Know but boy better know this I'm on a badman ting and you notice And you notice you're getting too big for your boots Call my name would you want but I still wouldn't give two hoots So don't confuse me with none of them youts I will fling man off of the roof with no parachute Keep your mouth on mute, it will not be tings in boots I might move to a man with tings in suits You can't test my crew, know why For I will come into your manor with my tool Taliban style, firing a big rifle With Badu, Mensa, Johnson, Ross and Jermaine plus lengman Micheal Clap a man with a gun bigger than the top of the tank then walk off quite cool You know I ain't no talker Swear down none of youths want it with Scorcher You might step out of your house wake up in hosptital holding your head top corner Laying next to your daugher With a bowl full of fruit and a jug full of water With one or two cards saying 'get well, star' But if I get shift then pray I don't get bail, star Yeah I'm from north London where the mandem shower Push big whips just like Max Power On top of the game like the Eiffel tower Got a bag of work like bakers flour I'll have the whole box done in the hour You take 24 just like Jack Bauer You're not doing this ting it will just be for nothing like a boy called Martin Fowler I lick ???? shots like a fouler And I got sk** but I won't go round ya Blud you can't play with me I might foul ya I'm the boss like Bowzer I walk with the shower ting tucked inside of my trouser Man will lock off the dance and I ain't talking about salsa I bounce man around like man say I'm a bouncer Yeah