96 Fucries

Oh please, I couldn't care bout your Ts and CsI'm J to the M to the EMake G R I M to the E-E ohI'll make you bop your head to the beatFrom the S W to the N to the EBare MCs thought they could swim with the sharksTil they entered to sea oh ohBig up N to the GFootsie D to the E to the EI show bare love like I did an EBeen like this since I entered the sceneYeah grimeI rep to the TOne forty yeah I kept to the beatIf you want a bad boy grime remixThen give me or skepta the P, safeYou hype too muchBut I don't see you fight too muchThat's why you're not liked too muchYou've been snorting white too muchYou swear on your life too muchCareful or you might die too muchBare MCs just lie too muchIf not then they say "like" too much ohEasy peasy similes used frequentlyReally gets on my nervesReason JME's lyrically sick recentlyI don't pet with my wordsJuju man, voodoo doerMike Lowry any YouTube viewerOriginal dead girlfriend slewerSo I don't care what you do to herStop chatting shitPoo poo chewerCame from the gutter, came from the sewerAny man that chats poopI will take out your eyeball with a bamboo skewerCos you hype too muchBut I don't see you fight too muchThat's why you're not liked too muchYou've been snorting white too muchYou swear on your life too muchCareful or you might die too muchBare MCs just lie too muchIf not then they say like too muchAin't a killer but a DPMORun up on guys with the green leaf campBad boy, eleven Paris, leather jacketFall back, it's not a CP famoSee my red lips on your TV channelBare MCs wanna be me I knowYou will never be like JMEI told you on my last CD, ragoI had a durag straight at birthGod sent me here to make shit worseNobody wants a punch in the face cosWhen you get punched in the face it hurtsAnd you hype too muchBut I don't see you fight too muchThat's why you're not liked too muchYou've been snorting white too muchYou swear on your life too muchCareful or you might die too muchBare MCs just lie too muchIf not then they say like to muchLike too muchLike too muchLike too muchI'm so raw in a raveJME encore on stageStick one four and an eightI will leave the dance floor in a stateYou're not the Lord of the placeYou jacked a couple of guys before with your matesYou're not a bad man cos you robbed someone fam,You're just poor and braveBeef. Slam doors in your faceUppercut leave your jaw in a braceMan will draw for the hak-dak-dukenLeave your on the floor, snoring awayMCs think they're raising the barBy spitting on fourteen genres a daySafe, cos raising the barMakes it easier for me to score anywayYou hype too muchBut I don't see you fight too muchThat's why you're not liked too muchYou've been snorting white too muchYou swear on your life too muchCareful or you might die too muchBare MCs just lie too muchIf not then they say like too muchLike too muchLike too muchLike too much