Curiosity Killed The Cat

Lyrics

[Intro] Blud, what does man think? I don't even know I am sick of you lot What does man think? You think I am sitting here bruv? Bruv? Worrying about this eediet, Rotten, Zeph Ellis bumbahole Mad Bruv, that's what I'm saying You let this- Bruv, you know what it is I remember when you lot used to fren' up with this guy yah know ('Fren up) Everytime he sent for me, you lot fren' up with this guy (Friend) Where are you know with the fren' up? (Nah-nah friend) Bruv, listen to this guy Listen to this guy, look what he does Every time someone comes out, with something This guy jumps on it (Truss), and then pretends he's the friggin' (Trust) originator of it, bruv Who are you supposed to be? Well I'm Incrediboy! What? No... you're that kid from the fan club Bro... bro-brodie, bud, buddy, buddy (This is the guy) My name is Incrediboy Look, I've been nice, I stood for photos Signed every scrap of paper you pushed at me but- (Yeah, him) No, no, no You don't have to worry about training me I don't want your moves, your crime fighting style Favourite catchphrases, everything I'm your number one fan 'Bout my daughter Where's your daughter? Pussy 'Bout my mum, where's your mum? 'Bout Brixton and Stockwell, you're a eediat, bruv Stop talking 'bout Brixton and Stockwell, you dickhead [Verse 1] You go around the point with bare talk Can't blind me with your bullshit, I'm a hawk And you can die quick with less words I'm pitchin' Joseph Ellis, please stop the bitching I am not Jme, I will turn your life upside down You're a leech, you ain't never had a sound Never been a king, you ain't never wore the crown 'Cause you hear two gossip, you run around town When the gossip you spread is fake news YouTube hits, that's fake views I'm from the days of Titch and Bruz You're from the days of DaVinChe tunes This brudda is not well I swear this guy's nobody in Brixton or Stockwell Why do you act like you're big barse Now I gotta rip a brudda down, quick fast All the explaining in the world's not gonna distract me from the fact you're saying nothin' Fact is, you don't exist, you shapeshift You beg it, I win outright, I don't edge it Your mouth ain't loose, you're a tramp Straight pussy though Like you wanna run gums, you're a pussyhole I swear on his mum's life too I could never lose a battle to none of you, like Oi, Young Dot You're too eggs up You wanna beg it everyday but now the begs up And I ain't ringing anybody for the heads up I turnbuckle a man just like a wrestler You think you're clever like a Tesla Pussy, you're a jester Wanna pest up, like a pest blud I told you I'd battle you again 'Cause I'm better than the rest at coping at the stress blud You're a lost cause that depends on me We wouldn't know you if you didn't send for me Me and you in war, it was meant to be But how the fuck are you ever gonna put an end to me? I don't wanna give you no sympathy I said, I don't even wanna give you no empathy I do it for the sport Murder you, deliver your corpse, and drop you town centre G [Bridge] Didn't really wanna do a hook but I might just do it I'm outside, if my brudda got a show I'ma drive him to it Dot Rotten thought he was a danger 'round here, I knew it He tried lick down Wiley and BBK but you blew it [Chorus] Blud Lightwork Gimmie the mic, I'll show you how the mic works I said lightwork Gimmie the mic, I'll show you how the mic works How the mic works Blud [Verse 2] Lemme put this fake brudda back in his place Stop chatting like you can see crack in my face In your dubs, it's like you've got a mac in your place But if the roadside calls, no mac on the waist Blud, back in your place, back in your place I said, you hate me like a slap in the face Anytime you hear me recording alone like this, there ain't one cat in the place I will slam dunk heads like Shaq in the place Big man, you're not the only black in the place More time brudda I know you move like a paigon So I don't wanna hear no chat in the place No, I came back, gotta tackle the fakes Everybody's shook but I'm not shook Woulda stayed home if that was the case He called me the devil but, that was the phase Dot Rotten, I'm killing you I ain't even draw for the snake or crane yet I ain't even told you to stay in your lane yet I ain't even pushing bruddas twice a day yet Them bruddas ain't got no lyrics to say yet I ain't started passing blame yet How come you didn't know my attitude smells like a drain? F's subliminal shit, I'm directly On your doorstep, so nobody can't check me Get me? Gently I knew before that, you would never catch me 'Cause your spirit's dead inside a cemetery People in the loop, they ain't rocking with your energy Can't pen at me 'cause you're a frienemy It's all fake anytime man's belling me I ain't breading none of you shitheads You never had your own mindset, dickhead Oh shit, you ain't got a lane yet Well I'm winning, call me big-head Dot Rotten is vegan today But, by tomorrow that man is chicken Dot Rotten, when you're my age, you won't be here like I'm alive and kicking