Road Rage Part 2

Lyrics

Man saw my Road Rage was no bumper car You little bumbaclart Man you ain't got the nuts to start You man are so under par Shove your shitty little 16's up your arse Man I've done your dance You man ain't got the gloves to spar Firearms they can't box with gods Let alone touch a star So think before you come for ours 'Cause man came up from rock bottom Marga Missin' Gym like Dot Cotton No more human being I'm Dot Rotten Man are talking codswallop Them man are whats what and whats what then What I'm not in your top 10? Name your top 10 Bring 10 more and swap them I'll top them Show them they're not men Little yutes put them back in a cot then Come through like What is it on then Me I'm not big Fris Roll to the dance with Sidey and Idris I don't care who's best in the district Nor do I care for best dressed in district Most my best friends are misfits Sendin' for me your death threat's a misprint Man can't see my like wiptince Kings' what I've been since I first left imprints Trust me I'm on a big man ting 'Cause I never had bring-ins, I bring man in Trust me I'm on a big man ting 'Cause I never had bring-ins, I bring man in Trust me I'm on a big man ting 'Cause I never had bring-ins, I bring man in Trust me I'm on a big man ting 'Cause I never had bring-ins... Man are lost in words like a bookworm Who took shern Look, learn Man I shine like pooks perm Pressure came when you knew I stood firm My business that's not your concern Got flow of the century Verse of the year Still man wanna try burst my career Them man are havin' a bubble and livin' within it Don't make man burst your career Watch man make it Then try claim it Fam don't try and reimburse my career And I never had big man helpin' On my own ting like Trim Van Helsing Got the source like a chip van serving And if mans lerkin' I'll hit man merkin' I'll lift man certain Fuck anybody that did man dirty The big man's certy Look, nobody taught me Never had bring-ins, can't say that I dick road Man I flow like now, uno my style Man are saying that I'm Big Tobz And yeah I did shot once But never shot guns Can't really ever say that I did road Bare liars, hairdryers That's the only time you ever seen wigs blown You man are grippin mic You man are drippin like Say that you licked holds Yeah kick ball rapper 6 tall dapper I mean you can check the bruise on my shin bone When I drop like Pharcyde This ain't apartheid I don't care about skin tone I ain't watching for you Or the dons in your crew That's a waste of a clip like say you've been Rick Rolled See I'm from the era of Pokémon cards and brick phones Man used to pay for the ringtones That's Kama's era Spin MCs like Eddy doing capoeira Been on the grind like Bam Margera Man see and they turn to a stand and starer I up the levels like a stanner stairlift Man don't care if Man dont like me Na nor do I care for a has-been A has-been who can't name one place that they have been It's funny how shit shaped up like chaplins Man watch me with scrutiny From shadows of the men that they used to be Man think I've blown that's news to me But I'm ready to bust you can't [?] to me I rep Leicester Know the boys in blue Man don't chat to the boys in blue Yo lickle man I can see the boy in you And if man steps up then I'm boyin' you I rep Leicester Know the boys in blue Man don't chat to the boys in blue Yo lickle man I can see the boy in you And if man steps up then I'm boyin' you Bang