Me Against You

Lyrics

[Intro: Dot Rotten] Ah, man You wanna clash, fam? Ah, fuck it, me against you, init I'm ready, I've got my bars here, init You say it You first, init [Verse 1: Ghetts] He ain't ready for this war I'm jigsaw, I might run up in a cemetery with a shovel I'mma never dig my own grave, but I'll dig yours Kick yours, I'll kick doors and I'll kick your Run up all six floors I've got ten reasons why I should fuck you up You little pussy And my nigga Dot's got six more OK, [?] what'd you blink for? Nobody's safe indoors, what'd you think, you're Living in the Pentagon? Then again, I don't think you're thinking Manaman have been stripped for limping What'd you think, you're different? What'd you think, I can't get to you if you're distant? If you're the king, I'll run up inna your kingdom (dead him on sight) [Verse 2: Dot Rotten] Though we're getting involved in thugmatics It's a bloodbath, with the machete, I cut arms Shredding up garms, come to your yard and blood splattered Lungs severed, you'll be having a laugh with blunt daggers [?] and I swear I'll be calling them gun clappers That'll send a bullet at you the size of one planet No joke, you'll get smoked like your mum's herring Some greazy Houdini, then your son vanished Um, and I'll be spitting it like a young maverick's Having fun rapping from day one, I done classics I'm bragging, telling your girl to come Paris One flight, banging her for one night, then I'm dashing I'm massive, saying my name like I'm clashing Dumb faggot, you'll be getting your cerebellum shattered Man's gassed with the anthrax, delivered one package You've never been on scrapping, you're definitely not packing [Verse 3: Ghetts] I carry on a wave, bally on my face, strally on my waist Every Tom, Dick and Harry on my case Ain't nuttin' promised in life Only thing you can ever guarantee is a grave, fuckboy He ain't never had any faith He ain't never been the man that the mandem'll rate, fuckboy He ain't never had any stripes He ain't never been the man that the mandem like Step back inna your place Got the 'matic in the bag, one man in the cab I never do things the amateur way The name's Ghetts and I'm at it again I married the game long time Lipsed her up and carried away from long time She love the man I became I've got the worldwide sound but the mandem relate I tell a girl right now I'm the man in the game [Verse 4: Dot Rotten] Tell 'em they can't speak to man, it's Libra gang Heated hands, leave him bleeding, breathing bad Leaders leading the sheep, there's no need to brag You query facts, you've all got diva swag You niggas are gassed, my nigga, I've got peace [?] And everything I do, there's fees attached, brudda, you need a slap Talking a bag of shit, nope, you've never seen the trap Got scales, weighed the food and then paid from that Come on, your lifestyle's clean and caj You don't buss guns, you're cleaning cabs You be using the hoover, wiping the windows Shining the wheels, you're the deepest, fam Then you jump on the riddim 'bout heats and gangs How many people you're beefing stabbed How many demons he's seen, it's sad When he's washing the car, he's a decent lad [Verse 5: Ghetts] Don't lie, fam, you ain't like that Niggas write for me, I don't write back We ain't penpals, you're a sideman And I'll be carrying your life savings on my sidebag  iPad in my right hand FaceTime, eye candy For the Iron Man Showtime, lie down [Verse 6: Dot Rotten] Don't lie, fam, you ain't like that What the fuck's wrong with my man? He rolls with a sideman of a sideman Of a sideman, that's why I don't like man I'mma tie man to a chair Put a gas and a can beside man Have him scared couldn't find man Anywhere it fits dynamite inside and Set a man alight like a bonfire night fan [Verse 7: Ghetts] Don't lie, fam, you ain't like that You ain't like what I'm like, I like that Tell your girl delete her Insta Every pic she puts up, I'mma like that And it's like that Like for like, so I like back Just cause I don't like man Now let me go in, that was light, fam [Verse 8: Dot Rotten] Yep, yep, you ain't like what I'm like and I like that My pics on her Insta, your girl likes that High five in the entrance like I'm Kendrick Your wifey, I bench-pressed it for the night gang Bang once, twice out Fire in the woods, she's warming up my camp I'm a worldwide artist, you're a grime act Someone give him an Oscar, this guy acts [Verse 9: Ghetts] [?] end of the year I'm a rebel, these niggas all living in fear I'm the realest nigga in here Say nigga five times in the mirror Say nigga five times in the mirror And you might see a nigga appear But not me, cuh time's money And I ain't got a minute to spare, I kill a career Sweet sixteen to your head back If I send a sweet sixteen, you're a dead man You could be Daniel LaRusso When he was 16 with a headband I crane kick your mum Now you see what my behaviour's become? Dumb I spinning bird kick your bird I'm like er, er, er I'm allergic to her [Verse 10: Dot Rotten] Never been a fuckboy, you're a fuckboy Never buss toys, getting pumped cause you touch 'roids Get your shit straight, all your mixtapes just noise So don't dictate what this kid says Clip aimed, wig blazed, getting pitched straight, I've had enough, boy I've trained to kill, I've aimed the steel once, boy I'mma get Ghetts, I don't wanna hear all these wet threats Chopping off heads till no head's left Realest, shmealest, good boys needing breeches I don't believe what this eediot's speaking Should've been semen leaking, that's what this weener needed Left hanging out them Jesus pieces, believe it Dot's the greazest, I spit true Hit you with the jujitsu Two kicks, one front flip, one bust lip and big bruise I came to duppy an MC, it's big news