Got my sheisty, puffer jacket and trusty unreliable shank
No one mess around
Don't mess with a bruv
(Cranium on the beat, think different)
Ya heard
No one cares for your input, bruv
Honestly, just kill yourself bruv
Hope you find your nan peeled over dead
Hope the mafia puts a bullet in your head
Hope your mom goes back in time just to get an abortion
Hope someone comes up to you and commits facial torsion
(british banter)
Ya im in the streets going
SHING SHING SHING
But that's besides the point cuz
I'm british mate
I'm british mate
I'm british mate
If you don't like me, than You're getting raped
You're getting raped
You're getting raped
Ya I'm running around in Manhattan
All these opps, they are done
If you mess with me, then you will hear the sound of my pretty little gun
That's illegal
He's an opp
I'm in London
Toppy top
I'm at Poyo
Tropical
And I order a choppy top
Cause I'm him
Positively
No H2O
I don't need the water
Because I'm him bro
(Ya bro, that's fire!)
Out in brighton all these opps, trying to cause some tartar
All these people my best lads, I treat them like my daughter
If you tink my accent's funny, yeah I kill your fadda (your faddas dead bruv)
People like it when I say I need a bow of wahthah (I need it)
I don't really like you lad, I think these rumors real bad
I ran over my dog sad, I think you need chill your sass
Go take a hike, man that's my glad
Making drum beats go grab me a pad
You get stab stab
Don't run up on Brighton
(Cranium, go barbarian mode on this beat)
That's incredulous
That's incredulous
That's incredulous
That's incredulous
That's incredulous
That's incredulous
That's incredulous
That's incredulous
Woah
We making out of Brighton with this one