Cillit Bang

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Cadell] Who's gonna buy a Scum Fam album? I know I certainly won't They bad up on the riddim but they nerds on the road And chat about their Mrs when their bird's on the go And I know about munters, but I really shot punters Round here, your girl is a hoe Kannan's on a ban and he'll be clocking that I left it I could be broke and I wouldn't shot for Tez Kidd AK warring with who? My nephew's way taller than you, go call for the troops Then come down to London with eight man Leave four on the ground floor, four on the roof Don't be hurt, you was born for the truth Play to the lord to recoup And I never done this shit for the fame My thoughts are dark and it's not for the views And I've got a gun, blacker than me in Napa I made grime pop so you don't wanna be a rapper And I can foresee a passa before its one extra BBC same day in the Vectra And we ain't paying congestion charge, we all felons Don't come near the car, we piff lemon Live life, fifth gear, fast Last year, you were the guy, this year? Last And nah they can't come to the last supper Don't feel any threats from a fast come-up Do a show in your town, just know I've got the bar tun up Where's the smoking room? Team wan' bun up And I left dem boy inna race Guess who shut it all down this summer? Wear all-black on a regular basis But I'm at your funeral in colours [Verse 2: So Large] Oi, Grim, what you on, fam? Don't you know you're putting them on, fam? Man know you in London? Never heard of Scum Fam And fuck Tez Kidd Cause I'll open him up like an entrance I'll stick my knife in till it starts bending Look him in his eyes so he knows that I meant it Your mate ain't on a sitting on the fence ting Call my mate with the 357 ting Judge wanna lock off till 27 ting Mandem persistent offending Like my last sentence suspend him You better keep my name out your mentions I'm at the top permanent residency I'm not selling or renting You sell your arse to anyone spending Kitchen knife, I ain't on no chef ting M1 northbound right now, know it's a shev ting Kill a soundboy on a Mez ting You're the sideman in your crew It seems to me AK's not Eazy E You're on certain MC renting Why you coming London on the regular? All of your mandem squashed up on a MegaBus Oi, AK, next time you come 1Xtra I beg you don't bring Tez cuh He makes your squad look dead, bruv So I might pop up to your set, bruv And pop holes in the rest of ya Brush dem boy dere, get swept up Calling out my name, that was bang out of order Tez Kidd, nuttin' but a fool so Repping like you're from New York but You're just a likkle pauper from Yorkshire [Verse 3: Grim Sickers] AK, little daft prick Through your body in the bin like a sandwich I get a tweet that I'm begging to clash you Like I can't pick you up and backhand you Split your wig like cashew, think you're a bad yout? Pray that Sickers don't catch you Fuck that, I said fuck that I said fuck that, you're fucking mad I'll break your teeth on the curb, then stab, then Lay man down all next to his dad, then Lay man down all next to his grandpa Must've thought Twitter was a fucking banter Tez Kidd, little 1p Suge Knight On some chef [?] You'll get [?] piledriver Head knock two tombstones Rock one Stone Cold Stunner, two lefts and that's goodnight And act casual and duppy and leave AK, that's MI's bar You best pray FT don't come for your Ps Spun by Villz, spun by XP How the fuck's this donny all talking to me? Draw your girl in bootcut jeans Take her McD's, get neck, then leave Recognise the fucking steeze Been calling me out for the last three years That's Kozzie and Jay for you, that's pressure If me and you end up in the basement I'll turn a ting suplex city like Lesnar [?] fester What's that fester? Uncle Fester Pull man out of the side of the Fiesta Speak up Paranoid [?] knees up Eskimo, I can't see ya Big set, I can't see ya You little fucking mug That flow won't save you from the fucking crud Last mixtape's a fucking shegger Run up on you as CASisDEAD Piff [?] your head And that's lightweight Pick him up and bread Chris No warning On the floor, corn him when I'm all cornered Forza should've warned him I go all-out I'm the last MC you should've called out Body in the war, [?] past the fourth round [Outro: Grim Sickers] Oi, AK Don't ever in your life mention my name on this Earth again, DD You've been calling out for too long, cuz, yeah? I'mma done for you and everyone in your fucking family Understand the fucking steeze, DD Oh