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 ****