It's the UK Ghostface, about to clear the whole place Not Beverly Hills, I'm in Beverley by the Old Waste Setting off for work and I'm so late Getting my shit together'd be the craziest roleplay No invites anymore but, I love y'all Do or die on the Otley Run, oh what a pub crawl Life knocked me down, nah I never stood tall Why? 'Cause I'm English, and life is like football No highs, just lows 'til it's time to go Vibes and shows is all that Guymer knows I can grind and pose, just watch me slide the pole I got the wildest flow and when I'm live? A pro Check my ID: Johnny Stove-a-Roni Best to leave me to it while I talk my whole Bologna Vivienne from Very, nah I never had a Roley Gun to your head for Hip-Hop, I'm on my Axel Foley with a Hop, skip and a jump All of my people in the pit to the front Know how many nationwide trips I done done? Got nowt in my bank or my fridge for the month Don't stop, live how you want Just lent another couple hundred quid from my Mum And nah I don't smoke, not a cig, it's a blunt What's between me and you? I'm a div, you're a cunt It's cold up North and we're forced to weather the storm You'll never find a band that's better than Korn In this small pond, I'm the megalodon The upper echelon, '97 born The book of life barely has any chapters Work death, taxes, and rotting at the afters Got my nose pierced, became attractive Ten thousand hours practice, and now I'm proper knackered Any beat I get on I'ma tear it up I might shake my rump, 'cause the form I'm on is rare as fuck No amount of budgeting'll change that I don't earn enough That's why I'm in the Tavern telling Moe "gwed, serve a Duff" Oh Saint Nicholas, rhymes on ridiculous She let me hit it, taste in men's like licorice Bring furlough back, I want a stimulus Regina George regime, you know you can't sit with us Wait, that's not the end? Shall I continue? What more can I say? Didn't know I was on the menu Since sixteen, cut my teeth in every venue I've aged like milk, but you see what the pen do I aren't 'bout my business, Duncan Bannatyne Hand your notice in, leave your products on the pallet line And spread love, giving flowers for the Valentines I'm 'bout what's right, I'm about freeing Palestine No PR, no label, no agent, no publisher That's how I know nobody'll fucking care But everybody in here, I'm in love with ya That's why I bounce through in the club with a Hop, skip and a jump All of my people in the pit to the front Know how many nationwide trips I done done? Got nowt in my bank or my fridge for the month Don't stop, live how you want Just lent another couple hundred quid from my Mum And nah I don't smoke, not a cig, it's a blunt What's between me and you? I'm a div, you're a cunt

It's the UK Ghostface, about to clear the whole place Not Beverly Hills, I'm in Beverley by the Old Waste Setting off for work and I'm so late Getting my **** together'd be the craziest roleplay No invites anymore but, I love y'all Do or die on the Otley Run, oh what a pub crawl Life knocked me down, nah I never stood tall Why? 'Cause I'm English, and life is like football No highs, just lows 'til it's time to go Vibes and shows is all that Guymer knows I can grind and pose, just watch me slide the pole I got the wildest flow and when I'm live? A pro Check my ID: Johnny Stove-a-Roni Best to leave me to it while I talk my whole Bologna Vivienne from Very, nah I never had a Roley *** to your head for Hip-Hop, I'm on my Axel Foley with a Hop, skip and a jump All of my people in the pit to the front Know how many nationwide trips I done done? Got nowt in my bank or my fridge for the month Don't stop, live how you want Just lent another couple hundred quid from my Mum And nah I don't smoke, not a cig, it's a ***** What's between me and you? I'm a div, you're a **** It's cold up North and we're forced to weather the storm You'll never find a band that's better than Korn In this small pond, I'm the megalodon The upper echelon, '97 born The book of life barely has any chapters Work death, taxes, and rotting at the afters Got my nose pierced, became attractive Ten thousand hours practice, and now I'm proper ********* Any beat I get on I'ma tear it up I might shake my rump, 'cause the form I'm on is rare as **** No amount of budgeting'll change that I don't earn enough That's why I'm in the Tavern telling Moe "gwed, serve a Duff" Oh Saint Nicholas, rhymes on ridiculous She let me *** **, taste in men's like licorice Bring furlough back, I want a stimulus Regina George regime, you know you can't sit with us Wait, that's not the end? Shall I continue? What more can I say? Didn't know I was on the menu Since sixteen, cut my teeth in every venue I've aged like milk, but you see what the pen do I aren't 'bout my business, Duncan Bannatyne Hand your notice in, leave your products on the pallet line And spread love, giving flowers for the Valentines I'm 'bout what's right, I'm about freeing Palestine No PR, no label, no agent, no publisher That's how I know nobody'll ******* care But everybody in here, I'm in love with ya That's why I bounce through in the club with a Hop, skip and a jump All of my people in the pit to the front Know how many nationwide trips I done done? Got nowt in my bank or my fridge for the month Don't stop, live how you want Just lent another couple hundred quid from my Mum And nah I don't smoke, not a cig, it's a ***** What's between me and you? I'm a div, you're a ****