Fuck your governments, I'll batter haurisamin like fish and chips
I got the magic key, they yelling me, belling me, Biff and Chip
“fraud and food” - pin or a needle, make you wobble or weeble
Eazy scared to bust a rhyme cos he knows his lines are feeble
Buss your yard steal your cookies, white, wine and treacle
Saint Nick moves more tree than © Pines and Needles

Like 22s Harris, I know you don’t move food
You ain't got no .22 when anyone cruise through
The only thing you move to is underage girls in their tutus
Your ting is more clapped than King TuTu

So please bro, stop calling your girl a princess
Cah we all know you both look like products of incest

You’re not flipping K, or making 0s, there’s no way
You move no keys on no quays, lil bros got no quay
Pay for your shit on Klarna, you got no Ks, that’s 0K
Your bars all breeze and bananas you push no kilos thats OK

Cah me and your girl bro we got chemistry
(Saba)
She got a fatback, tore up her back fat caught a felony
(Shabba)
Lets backtrack your track’s wack, there’s no melody
(Nada)
In this Dealy-o I’m the Oswald to your Kennedy
(Plaza)
Talking about assassinations
Joshua i’m coming for you

JC I’m the typa guy to make your girl blush
You the typa guy to fart in the toilet bowl then flush
Let’s talk about how Steph stole your gyallie
Fucked her raw without wearing a Willy Bally
She went down on his trumpet kinda like rizzle kicks
You fucking nonce JC I know you like to fiddle kids
Just like twix, Nick don't run out of bars fam
Just like Chip, Nick don't run out of bars fam
This the third time you been put behind bars fam
You cried cos your girl a hoe, lol you’re not a hard man
Hi JC - it’s nick let me clarify
If your girl comes my yard then she’s satisfied
Cos she’ll come either way - no home invasion
While Youre crying on voicemail you lonely pagan
Fuck your ends, hold tight all the man from South Clapham
He fucked your girls end, her tight hole while he claps ham
Couz He fucked your girl and then he made a sex tape
Now thats the typa shit that you can’t fix with some flex tape
He moved to your girl and brudda you got frimponged
She be sucking his beef jerking it like some biltong
Your girl got an only fans
But she’s not his only fan
He got bitches he don’t care about you you lanky lonely man
Jc you’re a lame boy she gave him brain boy
Steph lay more pipe in your bitch than mario on my gameboy
You bell Stephy on the celly cos you mad as fuck
Getting all jelly saying “Baby Stephy man's not a cuck”
The fact is she came our yard to give him the maddest suck
Ayy JC - you man better pattern up

Bro, look at your hair line. That shit’s bare wild
It travelled back so much that your hair gave you air miles
Buy some Alpecin for your hair you wispy fiend
Losing your hair cos we call your girl Krispy Kreme
Cah she been bukkaked with £1000 pounds of glaze
Shut the fuck up with 1000 days 1000 days

The whole team gon hit just wait until Eazy gets
To your girls yard for some midnight sleazy sex
Hide your ting, Hide you wife cos she might need me next
She gets linked more times than connecting flights on Easy Jet

Be like J on the riddim and make your nonsense silent
Red rum red rum blue moon yeah my conscience violet
Redrum redrum redrum yeah my conscience violent
If JC crosses man I’ll make him cross like Pontius Pilate