Fuck that cocksucker, I'm gonna start breaking legs
I'm invading sets, like I just took bolt cutters to a chain link fence
So anyone that came to sleep should have stayed in bed
I ain't making threats, I'm a switchblade that will rip straight through a steel plated fence
I battle for the UK, I make music and me and Nate still throw the biggest grime rave in Sheff
So skip introduction, I'm in London. I'm a be back down some time in May
When I walk through Comicon with a big shotgun and blow the fucking head off Micheal Bay

Holocaust spit like a pit fighter when I rhyme, cause I treat grime like a fighting game
Unleash my Killer Instinct when I'm writing and turn any fight into Primal Rage
They used to say Don't Flop's shit, now they wanna jump on Don't Flop's dick
That's weird cause they didn't flood scene like a tidal wave last year, but Don't Flop did
Catch me on Don't Flop digs, mind's gone like lights are on but no one's in
Cause I've seen guys jumping on Don't Flop vids and most of us suck like blowjob lips

Ride alone. Yam tracks with a knife and fork
Sniper rifle mind frame fire and take down rivals in a grime game like Silent Scope
Drag me to hell, I'll climb back out the flame. Nothing left but hate in my eyes like spawn
I don't maim my prey, fuck tryna draw blood just to kill cause when I fire it pours

Sleep when I'm dead like a cot death, and if grime's dead I'm surviving on what's left
Like Eddie Brock with the venom inside and devouring everything that's wrapped in my cobweb
Bare man have tried rob me, but trying to jump me's like tryna take a bat to a wasp's nest
Treated my ex like a princess, since then I've treated every girl that I've banged like an object

And talking of birds, I ain't gunna take piss and say I've never brawled over a girl
It's just that me and being too overprotective go together like Toejam and Earl
Don't ever talk to me about battling you don't know shit, we've clashed man from all over the world
Fuck causing a stir, I'll open up a whole can of worms - throw Earth into global alert
War with my words, fuck your smack talk with a fat Union Jack on my flag pole
You honestly think I won't chop 'em to mincemeat? I'll leave your windscreen wrapped round a lamp post
Grime Rambo, surviving with a salvaged gattling gun strapped at side of my fan boat
So if you're on about war you're just piloting Black Hawks into my primary blast zones

I'm used to the fakers, like Clawful and Trapjaw I've climbed out the snake pit
Cause my eyes see straight through music executives like Roddy Piper in They Live
You can run you can hide. Why? Cause I'm why, cause I'm not that guy
Prison Planet, release more bangers in a year than these man will release in their life

See I've walked miles in these Police jeans, but life's like a DVD
I'm just trying to eat, sleep, work full time and still scrape cash out my three piece suite
I made a track called 100 hit combo and I talked about how bad the scenes been leeched
Shoulda made a track called 100 shit mum jokes, then I might of got on SB.TV