Wiley - The Lowdown lyrics

Let me tell you the lowdown Trim'll storm the showdown Well its over now There a soldier dan Let me slow it down I went jail and i stood my ground You get bail cos you use your mouth Kerry smells but you licked her out Your face got fixed for dat Big booty scabs Thats what you get for eating slags In raves they go mad for you You get paid and im glad for you But drinking piss is bad for you Its not trim no more its dad to you What do i have to do to get it through to you Fake is my view of you Thats why im slewing you Its trim pa**ing though Ok shaun lewis this is how were gunna do it You flow like a ford buick Your mums j**ish you wish Island man with pricks Not forgetting where sibbies from or where he pissed Island's where your half sister lives not far from trims trip Islands not where i live but you can catch me in the bits Im always in the bits Abbey lane's where you mums is Keep saying my name we'll get your mumzy Chief shaun lewis just prick in the biz Shaun lewis each clip for clitch Shaun lewis where you going with this You're not a lyricist You're not flowing Ill show him im a bigger fish Im a big bad dub and you're a mini disk Thats broken and finished with His names storm But we'll call him scabs In school he wa*ked over p**no mags And was forced to jack an old ladies bag Storm is shaun and shaun is scabs Carlines a slag who goes out with scabs Scabs thinks he's bad cos of the slags he's had Scabs ate a slag with crabs Thats why scabs got big scabs on his face And his face is f**ed Buns been glocked And he dressed up nah thats not fun Gra** man up sibbie pissed on his clothes and stuff He's never been road you mug You've ate loads of muff Flows not rough So not rough but life has been I can see why you can think you're thug But you're a has been Trims not a thinking thug but i have been Someone pour your up we'll keep clashin I need to get my ratings up so who's mashing Try to get trim You must have been ping But you're not anything You're answer for everything You won't win not a chance You're anything Move your skin kick your a** Break everything Here to win never last to be threatening I put sell through lyrical hell don't make his head swell So much breath we're used to the smell Mans eat a** they bite their thumbnail But some try bread but fail Just too stale Cut your throat make your face go pale Send mumzy d**h threat mail Oh well she's next on the scale And if i go jail My boys won't fail to bust your tail Your crew as well Whether male or female Its the end of the rail Oi blud better bail Peep at the last time that you inhaled A quick light a couple shells fell You won't live to tell no tale Cos sell its the end of the rail He's names sniper but we'll call him chitch He's flows sh** some big nosed prick in the biz Snipers chitch and chitch is bomani honestly Bomani's got a brother called barasi They live in barley malt, english but spitting with a yardie flow He's good to go got a ring in the nose always linking with bro's Always nicking his clothes Scenario goes; scratch is my bro stop chatting his flow I catch holes in your tank top You're a wa*k wap f** off Or get chucked of bare in better hair trim Then i will bomb squad tear skin and rip out your eyebrow ring You see me You see me king Yeah let me change pace f** sniper eat em up major ace The names are waste Someone save his face he looks like flavour flav Who's major ace wade in Ill cave his face with a lucozade drink Said major ace so lets see if he says trim Other night and he's got a beatin' Sponge and AJ beat him When i heard this i was creasin Inch is a sweet thing I heard man was sayin low it leave him Trust me they're cowards breathin flows they try theavin lyrics with no meaning Like ya ya ya, im so not feeling But at raves its a wheelin To some its appealin Ace is old skool so i should leave him But Bushkin beat him at SLK Come on da set it was hide and seekin His girl's a sket though mine roll deep in Its either open relationship or she's cheatin He's eating and they're happy Ace is about as f** that as a nappy You'll get kicked out of his tracky Fed rock acky I know his friends call him gappy We call his friends fa**y's And his skin disorder causes patches Thats why his face looks tacky Leanda and Tiffany were close friends Ace wifey'd both of them They're alright but i wouldn't get close to them Leanda got close to my friend She was in the ends on weekends Rolling deep with deep men And ace needs a skeng He got beat up by a bushkin in napa Got took for a slapper And had to settle his jaw With the pebbles on the floor He's not ready for war Don't think that he's raw I don't think thats' he raw We don't think that he's raw So why does he think that he's raw Why does he think thats he's raw Cos he says ya ya ya but na na na Don't understand fully This is my playground and i play the bully I creep up in the hoody Leaves holes in your wooly and your girls nunny Test trim how could he You'll crumble like cookie Wanna bet we'll take it to the bookie Its Javan, Trimvan, Taliban, Talli, Trim Trim-thug, Trimothy, Trimson, Trimal, Trimbal, trim's cool Don't try it Chris Street's my bit So don't care if you like it, fight it Write it down take a picture Theres no fixture winner stays on