Grime-a-Side 2017 Quarter Final: Glasgow vs. Manchester

Lyrics

First Half [Verse 1: Chrissy Grimez] Wanty diss Scotland? Calm it Big Alex Ferguson came down Manny and ran it When I see ginger, I tan it Burst Gang? More like one can dan it Better rebrand it, Fiascoo's a washed up Bugzy Malone Bugzy's retarded clone And I think that man's shit so I can't understand it Taxi for Manny, send a Manny man home Taxi for Manny, send- wayward Have 'em wishin' that we sorted out a safe word Think we give a fuck if your team's the favoured? Scottish bars comin' Irn Bru flavoured Shell, shell, leave a tracksuit tailored Tapered, takin' off a head, turn a hoodie into blazer What ye goiny dae, sir? Waster Heard it all before, any old copy and paster [Verse 2: XP] You see it? Murk my team? Nah, man ah can't see it My ting, see, your girl tryna pree it "Pina Colada", CKP it Can't see man like cars with tints I murked one of you, ain't looked back since Do it at Red Bull, do it at Rinse Fuck with the team and you're dead like Prince Cuh Manny man let skengs go Glasgow tramps better go and make techno Didn't know man but he runs your ends though I tell man press your ting with renzo You came Mode FM on a plane Now you ain't got ten pence to your name Trainspotting, man should've went on a train All you man smoke pebs in the rain, wankers [Verse 3: Ransom FA] Right, 0161 should of brought Bugzy That's why this clash will end unlucky See them joking away but you shouldn't get comfy I'm Ransom, I rep for my country Windows 10, you're just XP You ain't got enough experience, XP And you look like the local junkie, Steve You're only known 'cause of President T Can't be better than me, don't offend me Should of been left back in Man's City like Mendy You can come united But my arsenal is more than deadly Wait, in all fairness Fiascoo, you're sound, but stick to raising awareness Watch how real MCs tear this Northern boys, we nae fearing [Verse 4: RagoLoco] Oh, what a load of rubbish You sound like you're speaking Spanish Fuck off with jollof and haggis You're leaving the whole of Scotland embarrassed Reverse the hearse, horse and carriage No shit, SherlocK, I do damage You're dead like your dinners I call you ghillies pork and cabbage You fried Mars Bars, quit writing bars 'Cause when you spit, man need subtitles Next, onto the semi-finals Ain't no way that you can murk us You're going out like Scotland in the World Cup That is fucking rapid I'm taking the piss out of you wee laddies [Verse 5: SherlocK] Manny man wish death upon me So I write bars, fam, no, I don't sleep Hit 'em with the Haymaker, I'm the playmaker So the haymaker makes ye go to sleep Nah, I ain't taking no cheek Not unless I swing with the knife Leave Fiascoo hanging off strings for his life Fuck Ragz, cannae ask him for advice 'Cause he's dead now, fuck your dead sound I'm in the room, so bow with your head down 'Cause it's GLA winning shit, easy days Bodybag 'Chester and onto the next town I'mma bully these chumps, man a swear down Any rep you've built yourself will get teared down Think you're big? You're a scared clown Open up doors, show them Scotland can shell now [Verse 6: Fiascoo] Manchester man Known for banging rounds in the street Glasgow man Known for banging cows and the sheep Your teeth resemble a rainbow You've been smoking rocks at the beach You look like you swallowed a hoover And it sucked in both of your cheeks On Insta, I gave you a follow I looked, it made me unfollow 'Cause you steal, jack, move pedal bikes And act like you just won the lotto I was writing bars last night But I only writ four lines Chrissy, your girlfriend, she told me to stop 'Cause she wanted to sniff four lines Second Half [Verse 7: Chrissy Grimez] Ragz can't get bitches Unless that's cash-in-hand bitches Rotten flaps, leavin' a rash bitches How can he jump in a clash? All he can do is wonder why his sack itches Send for the cream and the bandages Cause I'm lookin' at 'em funny when they passin' the mic Do ye know what I do when I'm handed this? Stand back, don't want gingeritis Pass that down? It's a sin to my kids Sin to my iris, wakin' up everyday With a pain in ma eye, conjunctivitis Move to yer bird like "show me your dids" Ragin', the ginger might fizz Asked to change the beat three times So I'm wonderin' if it's even grime this Manny team dis [Verse 8: XP] Deep MC anywhere man touch DJ dropped me, I came in nice You was getting slapped up by your old man I was all murking raves with Hypes Your girl wears kilts and plays them types Didn't you know she's blazing whites? You bun spice with wasteman guys Sideman, sideman, blatant lies Yo, big man ting Come outside, it's a wigback ting Suck your mum, yeah, I spin that ting I sold her clingwrap, clingwrap, cling 25 shots for Chriss and Ransom You likkle virgin, Richard Branson Your girl does brown and thinks I'm handsome These man are all just pricks, I'll slap them, baz [Verse 9: Ransom FA] Watch me go from Ragz to riches The rise is imminent; they have to witness Going on sick, doing damage with it Raising the bar, you're average with it And why do you sound so unrehearsed? Manchester has had a lot to suffer And you lot are making it even worse Right now, this shit's so peak, it hurts I come through, I show no remorse Switch it up, go RagoLoco Wait, who the hell is RagoLoco? Nobody knows RagoLoco So I went online and I looked man up You'll be surprised by the things that I caught I seen a grown man spit a whole sixteen About scrotum nuts, I'm not making it up [Verse 10: RagoLoco] Hi-ho, hi-ho Onto the finals we go So, I guess we'll see you man later You should've come with a translator Chrissy looks like a transgender Bitch boy, wanna be a gang member? You could never make or be a banger You sound like you've got a stammer Siri don't even understand ya Sound like you've got Mike Tyson's lisp You sound like you're biting your lips Ransom, one black man in Scotland His Sunday roast is pie and chips Looks black but he's white as Chriss Gyal ask for wine, he thinks of sip You bounty [Verse 11: SherlocK] You don't want it with the Glasgow, Fiascoo Pack up your bags, you've been kicked out the clash, so Go easy, don't fight it Bars hit hard like I'm swinging with an ice pick Ragz' bird thinks I've got a nice dick Pulled it out and the bitch tried to bite it So I slapped her in the face with a rod that was quite stiff And she actually liked it Rewind this, I go hard, mate It's day one, young lock had bars from I've done gang fights, done had car chase Turned up and I just spun some marks, mate I be the hitman, styles got 'em shook, mate You're plain shit and that's you on a good day Levelled up now, bro, no rookie Penned these while I smoked Girl Scout cookies [Verse 12: Fiascoo] Chrissy What is it you actually eat at home? If you put on a couple of stone You'd still weigh a couple of stone Ransom, I don't know why you Call yourself an MC or a rapper You're macca, you look like J Hus But just a little bit blacker I'd never come on Red Bull Knowing my girlfriend's a slapper But yours, she looks like Tony Montana Just a little bit fatter And Chrissy, your Mrs She has got a beautiful arse and tits When she hopped out the whip I couldn't help but notice that she walks like this