Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Bars are going over heads like a Boeing jet
Spit facts only ever lie when I go to bed
I stand out like I’m overdressed
Told you all already that I’m deadly when I hold a pen
I ain’t here to make another tune
About my drug abuse, money booze and all the guns I shoot
That’s nothing new, you don’t have be a gully youth
To kill it when you rap on a track - here’s your fucking proof
Too raw like a blue steak
Running laps around these rappers like I’m tryna lose weight
You jokers have gone picked a fight with Bruce Wayne
Got these fakers tripping like they didn’t tie their shoe lace
Peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
You’ve never seen a rhymer spit as fresh with little effort
I just play with words and make it work
Got them punches that’ll make your faces hurt when I create a verse
Man I’m hungry like I have the munchies
You wack rappers lack bars like Islamic countries
Chavvy pussies, scruffy little drugged up pricks
Who wouldn’t know what a good punch is - suck some dick
One punch and you’re down
Slumped on the ground and ain’t getting up for the count
Got a little fan base and they’re loving the sound
But I ain’t really even trying I’m just fucking around
It’s Patrick that kid who chats shit
Going spastic like I need my crack fix
A daft prick, attractive to fat chicks
Effortlessly making classics I’m that sick I smash it
Flows smoother than snake skin
And every time I drop a tune it’s amazing
I’m too hard I’d win a fight with Chuck Norris
These amateurs should hang up the mic and just stop it, I’m just honest

[Verse 2]
You can’t fuck with the style that I’m bringing
Been doing this shit for a while I’m nice with it
I can see the look in your eyes when I’m spitting
You’re green it’s like I’m seeing you guys in night vision
Tight writtens, I’m hitting hard these haymakers
Are face breakers, fuck up all you lame fakers
I rhyme hard, mind’s sharper than straight razors
A game changer, too sick like aids patients
I will never dumb it down
Like these mumble clowns I’ll stay underground like I’m dead and buried
Got the flavour I’m ice cold like Ben and Jerries
And I will never sell my soul to get on telly
It’s been a little while now I’m back again
Here to show these simple mother fuckers how to rap again
So listen to me outflow these geeks
My shit’s clean I got OCD I’m just honest