Grime-a-Side 2017 Final: Manchester vs. Birmingham

Lyrics

[Intro: Fiascoo & Tantskii] Manchester Birmingham Brum town Grime-a-Side finals 2017 0121 Y'all know the face Vote Manchester, yeah? Vote for Birmingham, trust me Fuck Manny Pussyholes First Half [Verse 1: Fiascoo] Shifty would've duppied you off in '09 When you was in your prime Stone? You weigh about nine You've got the chest size of somebody that's nine In the quarters, you said You get booked for no less than a five How come you still don't drive? How dare you come out in public Wearing Echo pants triple your size Your Hotbox, you got outshined You've been robbed once But man like you get robbed all the time Guys It has been very shit, this year's Grime-a-Side Let's go get Fire Don's kids And go play footy, five-a-side [Verse 2: Tantskii] What, so this fatso that's called Fiascoo Finally made it to my finish line? Look at your team, then look at my team There's no way you could diminish mine Everybody knows we've got the illest rhymes You're fucked in the head, you're ill inside You look like a raving junkie And I bet your stomach's still got a pill inside So all of your talk is irrelevant When man break down the door like an elephant You're gonna be running for your life through the back door I'll give you a smack in your glass jaw We come from the hood, nothing ain't elegant We're coming from Brum town and it's that raw You'll end up warring the whole regiment You'll end up with your brains on the dashboard [Verse 3: XP] Come on Started a line, put Sox's mum on You put the worst MCs in Brum on Dem man there should've put SafOne on Dem man there should've brought out Deadly Pussyhole MC, can't war XP I'm on the whole team, man can't test me All now, no one's got me, you get me? Sox been shit ever since Invasion That's why in New Town, nobody rates him Tantskii, you're a pussyhole, fam, I'll blaze him Fire Don's neck back look like raisin Man had three whole rounds with a bonus Do it at Red Bull or at Big Mikee's How come Fire Don looks all homeless? How come the other two look like pikeys? Burst, Burst [Verse 4: Sox] Yo, I got fans in Manny With big pictures of my face on the wall I swear if this was DC's, not Red Bull You three would still have to pay on the door I'll spit this bar in your face at the final And spit it tomorrow at Jaykae's tour in Manny You've got Bugzy's wife coming up Oh wait, no you ain't, he don't rate you at all and All of the money you've made from grime I could make in a night from drum and bass Dickhead, batty man don't get birthday sex Man just gets carrot cake Wallahi, you look like a magistrate (Lies) Gareth Gates (Alright then) Haha Mad ting [Verse 5: RagoLoco] Tantskii, all that screaming and shouting Will not help ya Sox looks fresh out the homeless shelter Fire Don, you're not hot, I'll melt ya Look at the cards they dealt ya Brum zombies, I'll Walking Dead ya Take the trophy back to Manchester Should've brought Vader to represent ya 'Cause I'm a savage nigga How man have got me clashing Bill Cosby, Saville and Gary Glitter? Like Man U v. Aston Villa You man are just average spitters That's why you lot can't fuck with me I'm the reason they didn't bring Bugzy I'm the reason they didn't bring Shifty [Verse 6: Fire Don] Fiascoo, your flow sucks But I remix flows for a joke Why do you claim that you're seven up But your nostrils tell me it's coke? When you rap like this You sound like Mike Skinner on beat Ironic, 'cause I heard He also stole his flow from The Streets And this pleb RagoLoco, RagoLoco's dead And if it weren't for them football chants Nobody would've cared what you said Please don't act all hard, you ain't on shit Try approach my dargs, you're not- Nobody ain't touching Birmingham Try dead my dargs, I'm John Wick Second Half [Verse 7: Fiascoo] Last year, my mum died I'm sorry to hear your son died Your pain, I've been there myself But smoking sputnik, it ain't gonna help You need to get a grip of yourself Not write a status about killing yourself Yous look like Chase & Status And you and E.T does look related Manny couldn't lose this match If we brought David Moyes back Tantskii, DMX told me to tell you That he wants his voice back Everyone knows he took X's flow And now you're just Birmingham's ex Jaykae, Vader and Depz Will always be known as Birmingham's best [Verse 8: Tantskii] Manchester man Known for crying and trying to cheat The Birmingham team Have murked everybody that's tried to compete XP looks like he be living in a swamp Your breath stinks more than your feet You dirty likkle bastard Turn your head that way whenever you're talking to me Let's move to Fiascoo, I know you wanna be heard But real talk, you ain't gotta spit that slow I ain't even gonna bring up your past, bro I still defend my turf, no astro And we'll make you cry and make tears drip from your eye Like say I'm turning the tap slow You don't carry no flow You look like your head's been tangoed [Verse 9: XP] This likkle pussyhole Tried kill himself and his girlfriend leaves him Do you remember when them man backed out the shank And you ran up the road screaming? Oi Jonathan, I'll shank you up five more times You ain't on this beef ting What? Body count high like Jodie's Me and my brodies might just ease him Yeah Manny man inside the place I heard your girlfriend Had the whole grime scene inside the place How could I ever sound like this wally? Dressed up like he's been smoking Bobby You're not a badman, hold tight Kozzie [Verse 10: Sox] Ayy, Fiascoo's RagoLoco and I mean for real Your girl cheats on you in Cheetham Hill And nobody cares 'bout the lyrics that you wrote In Bushey Fields when you was really ill Here, have one of these, they're 50ml Eat the pill, you need to chill Brum's gonna win this three to nil Look at the strength and pree the skill And if I was a ginger, it would still suit me You need to dye your hair like Snoochie XP's ex-girlfriend's my groupie Red Bull gave us wings and you got a pizza meal And went Posh McBecks Paul Scholes had sex with Geri Halliwell You wanna be the man of the match like your dad But you just smoke spice with your girl like your mum in your Manny house [Verse 11: RagoLoco] Sox is washed I'll spin John like socks in the wash This likkle pussy don't get no pussy Virginity's the only thing that he ain't lost Lord of the Mics, you lost to Koz All of your hype, you lost to drugs Heard you got signed, but now you're signed on So that's gotta be a sign you're lost And you didn't do shit when you got boxed Must be the effects of the mamba And you're lucky that Jaykae backed ya Otherwise you would've been in the box Got shanked up, now you're holey socks Go church on a Sunday to roll his up [?] more than holy, Sox Here's another L, hold it, Sox [Verse 12: Fire Don] Rahtid, dread How is he here? He's already held lead I must be going hell and he's Jesus Man really can rise from the dead I thought he could've put me to slumber But me bad from me born, Munga 15-9, he lost to the Lion King And he [?] Timon, what a Pumba You two are shit, pure blah blah And these man are your sheep, baa baa Me? I pinpoint shots in the mist Just to prove that man are sickmade, karla I could live the pedestrian life Or dead your engine cuh I'm too much Send wig back plain to the skies And I ain't even been trained how to buss, you pussies