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Curiosity Killed The Cat
Blud, what does man think? I
don't even know I
am sick of you lot What does man think? You think I
am sitting here bruv? Bruv? Worrying about this eediet, Rotten, Zeph Ellis bumbahole Mad Bruv, that's what I'm saying You let this Bruv, you know what it is I
remember when you lot used to fren' up with this guy yah know ('Fren up) Everytime he sent for me, you lot fren' up with this guy (Friend) Where are you know with the
fren' up? (Nah-nah friend) Bruv, listen to this guy Listen to this guy, look what he does Every time someone comes out, with something This guy jumps on it (Truss), and then pretends he's the
frigging (Trust) originator of it, bruv Who are you supposed to be? Well I'm Incrediboy! What? No... you're that kid from the
fan club Bro... bro-brodie, bud, buddy, buddy (This is the
guy) My name is Incrediboy Look, I've been nice, I
stood for photos Signed every scrap of paper you pushed at me but (Yeah, him) No, no, no You don't have to worry about training me I
don't want your moves, your crime fighting style Favourite catchphrases, everything I'm your number one fan 'Bout my daughter Where's your daughter? Pussy 'Bout my mum, where's your mum? 'Bout Brixton and Stockwell, you're a
eediet bruv Stop talking 'bout Brixton and Stockwell, you dickhead You got around the
point with bare talk Can't bly me with your bullshit, I'm a
hawk And you can die quick with less words than pigeon Joseph Ellis, please stop the
bitching I
am not Jme, I
will turn your life upside down You're a
leech, you ain't never had a
sound Never been a
king, you ain't never won a
crown 'Cause you [?], you run around town When the
gossip you spread is fake news YouTube hits, that's fake news I'm from the
days of Titch and Bruz You're from the
days of DaVinChe tunes This brudda is not well I
swear this guys nobody in Brixton or Stockwell Why do you act like you've been past? Now I
gotta rip a
brudda down, quick fast All the
explaining in the
world's not gonna distract me from the
fact you're saying nothing Fact is, you don't exist, you shapeshift You beg it, I
win outright, I
don't edge it Your mouth ain't loose, you're a
tramp Straight pussy though Like you wanna run gums, you're a
pussyhole I
swear on his mums life too I
could never lose a
battle to none of yous, like Oi, Young Dot You're too eggs up You wanna beg it everyday but now the
begs up And I
ain't ringing anybody for the
heads up I
turn buckle at man like a
wrestler You think you're clever like a
Tesla Pussy, you're a
jester Wanna press up, like a
pest blud I
told you I'd battle you again 'Cause I'm better than the
rest at coping at the
stress blud You're a
lost cause that depends on me We wouldn't know you if you didn't send for me Me and you in war, it was meant to be But how the
fuck are you ever gonna put an end to me? I
don't even wanna give you no sympathy I
said, I
don't even wanna give you no empathy I
do it for the
sport Murder you, deliver your corpse, and drop you Times Centre G
Didn't really wanna do a
hook but I
might just do it I'm outside, if my brudda got a
show I'ma drive him to it Dot Rotten thought he was a
danger 'round here, I
knew it He tried lick down Wiley and BBK but you blew it Blud Lightwork Gimmie the
mic, I'll show you how the
mic works I
said lightwork Gimmie the
mic, I'll show you how the
mic works How the
mic works Blud Lemme put this fake brudda back in his place Stop chatting like you can see crack in my face In your dubs, it's like you've got a
mac in your place But if the
roadside calls, no mac on the
waist Blud, back in your place, back in your place I
said, you hate me like a
slap in the
face Anytime you hear me recording alone like this, there ain't one cat in the
place I
will slam dunk heads like Shaq in the
place Big man, you're not the
only black in the
place More time brudda I
know you move like a
paigon So I
don't wanna hear no chat in the
place No, I
came back, gotta tackle the
face Everybodies shook but I'm not shook Woulda stayed home if that was the
case He called me the
devil but, that was the
face Dot Rotten, I'm killing you I
ain't even draw for the
snake or crane yet I
ain't even told you to stay in your lane yet I
ain't even pushing bruddas twice a
day yet Them bruddas ain't got no limits to say yet I
ain't started passing flame yet How come you didn't know my attitude smells like a
drain? F's subliminal shit, I'm directly On your doorstep, so nobody can't check me Get me? Gently I
knew before that, you would never catch me 'Cause your spirit's dead inside a
cemetery People in the
loop, they ain't rocking with your energy Can't frenemy me 'Cause you're a
frenemy It's all fake anytime man's belling me I
ain't breading none of you dickheads You never had your own mindset, dickhead Oh shit, you ain't got a
lane yet Well I'm winning, call me big head Dot Rotten it's vegan today But, by tomorrow that man is chicken Dot Rotten, when you're my age, you won't be here like I'm alive and kicking
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