Nobody better test me
Cos I don’t wanna get messy
By messy I mean making rappers especially, Jay-Z wanna turn into singers
And making fans throw up their hands by swallowing their fingers
Bring this competition and face this meaning
Got your whole crew doing boys and sucking penis
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you still can't beat us
Spitting bout our harsh life man you best believe us
I done made mc leaders outta these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
Tryna steal your girl is my only mind state
Makes it too late for you tryna raise up your game mate
I'm like a R8, painful to people when they’re been hit by the wheel
The recoil is too much, to handle, eject and reload, fire the whiplalsh
From these shells, how I bend 'em like root canals
I erase all trails, pick up and eat the cartridges
Now I’m metal mouth like braces as a child
Keeping you and your crew as hostages for hours
Sending you insane, my sick lyricist skills are as easy to see as a Virgin Media plane
To the moon, you can’t handle, makes you wanna kill an emcee with a spoon and a spanner
Horrified, and keep on fronting, repenting and lose they bowels
Butterflies so big it’s flying your stomach out through your mouth
You nervous now, everything is out when Swift's around, ay, vacate now
Y’all dumb enough to actually try to front and escape, how?
Takes off his back pack, it's Al Qaeda wow!
Nah it's just Swift, pulling the gat from out his jacket
Took this 9 and put in your face
Quick you better run! turns around, BLAAAOW!
It's Swifty from London’s south east
Like I said no one is iller than me
