Durrty Goodz - Cokey The Snowman lyrics

Wow, is that all you got p**y? I tell you what, yeah You are going to hate me Because I'm a much better MC than you, blud That's that, s** yourself Crackhead just came back from the dead Like he's looking to slap your hooks and your raps to shreds Tell me what's up with Will, what's up with your deal? Cos when you record you wanna know what's up with me or what's up with deal What's up with the pill, what's up with the real and not with your sk**s? Why'd you f** with wa**up in Austrail'? You're selling your soul to get in the mode don't get me involved I'm a movement, so I ain't Ghetto an' those I'm better with flows I'm better at shows The enemy knows it's straight headtop, dead in his clothes Boom, your head is a hole, why you breddin me for? When you know you're dead already, but you're beggin a war? Once again I'mma show you you ain't ready for sure But I bet you can't not say 'again' no more Cos your vocabs weak, ya bocat freak Don't hate me cos you're a coke addict The joke of the street, broke cos what you smoke ain't cheap But I ain't never told you to (?) Don't hate cos n***as sound dope on a beat And you thought cus your hit sold you woulda went gold But Dizzee went gold, you tried f**in with Sway he left you on the road Industry ho, you were f**in with Kane but Kane wouldn't let you blow Now you're f**in with Scorcher and you can't let him go Go s** yourself, nah friend I'm more s** your mum Your luck's done, your career's a second man, you've never been one You was at number two, Dizzee was number one Then you had it with Ghetts and you never won And you had it with Devz and you never won You're feeble, even Lethal won You been gotten by Dot Rotten, you ain't beat one About rape, it's not actually that But your paedophilia's bait, that's actually fact You where praying we'd forget them days when you was wack When you was Pay-As-You go like Maxwell's flat Now you've got your whole flat on the crack And your baby mothers giving a little of the smack You've gotta be high to try me on track Somebody tell cokey give him his name back Before I aim at a name brand eight track Been spitting every MC in the game from way back How many of my flows have you ate off a tape pack You're bait, let me set you straight, you and your gay pack Look I just wanna know where the safe at But everytime I demonstrate coke he hates that "Putting my name with rape, it ain't that How you gonna make facts? don't create that" Look, you can hear the chip in him alie The Mark of the beast let the chip in him alie Chip left, he knew you was tricking him alie And if you had a chance you'd put your dick in him alie Now he's ahead of you you wanna hot Chip? f** off prick, take your pop sh** to Hot Chip You had a Top 3 and you lost it Now you gossip on the internet thinking that the kids like Wotsits Mad your albums ain't made no profit And your publicity stunt, you're still a c*nt you're silicon With your subliminals in your bids Look, k** and play k** and play k** and play k** and play, sh** he's playing with the kids And he's doing the running man so there it is He'll be the man running off with your babies Bare mans from Bow with court cases Some are studio gangsters you're a studio blogger When yo go at me go in the studio proper Who cares if you're a chart topper? Go make a top CD before you talk to your poppa And don't you worry about Nai, I've got her I gave you the beat and now she don't wanna touch ya Nah she said you don't wanna touch her Now she's grown up you don't wanna f** You wouldn't even answer her calls she phoned up She sent emails, Ghetts had your laptop And there where no bangers in your mac, your back never had a shot Cos you bun her off at the crack spot You're Amy Winehouse of grime you're swine Swine why phone up 999? And say "emergency, Durrty's spitting rhymes" Then get shiffed outside a nursery lunchtime blagga That's a punchline that's something you can't find f*ggot You're swag even with my style you lying maggot You're the pagan, you're f*gin, you're Oliver Twist The kids follower... and kids honour ya Listen I'mma demolish ya Run in your mums block and piss up in your coridoor You should get gunshot, but snitch is what you're gonna do This is what you wanna do Listen til you get cut so you can tell a cop You and Logan set me up so I can wet you up You devils wanna see me in jail but better luck I don't owe Titch f**... I'm lawless But you owe Logan's mum a mortgage She lent you twenty grand so you can expand But you went and made Phaze 2 and sh** just jammed Damn another album down the pan From Peter Pan fooling the kids to Neverland Give me a reason why I should make your life live I remember when you tried to touch Ice Kid You was even sending for me when I was on a bid I've been out three years you're just mad taking digs If you weren't swaggin' it you could've been Giggs If you weren't a f*ggot you could've been big But I knew you where low from you couldn't make your own Cousin served you bone, leave it alone I done a set and you left your baby at home I ain't gotta chase you like Jerome with the chrome I'm getting chased by your baby mother she's a ho Every n***a I know has boned it in Bow And you should've waited for Amber to come out her Pamper before you tampered You're cancer We're not in the same league and I gave you the transfer That's why you take E's and spread propaganda You're lucky this ain't yard you'd be getting shot on your viranda Would do you mean you need to be an E3 shanker Tiger nah panda, look you're pink panther You're just a panter, mime and a dancer A co*k s**er with a cheek You've linked Mark Ronson and you was off beat When Rolex came out the charts was weak And your dubs weren't as hard as the bars on the suite (?) and you spit fastest But this is like booking on a man with gla**es Some of you say that I should take it to the road But you're lyrically garbage I will kick you in the ratted Go away you're a delay.... (delay, delay) Copying everything I say (say, say) You went from OK to wack, coke to crack You f**ed up grime, made it cool to cat Fact, you're a serial deal wrecker Dizzee brang you now he don't respect ya I can say the word crack and upset ya When I was in the bing you where Jessica Fletcher You're paying nuff of your Bentley to Bionic He works with Kane and you work with 'caine So to help pay it off you made a verse exchange But the verse weren't flames cos you weren't cursing names Merked again this is what I call burnt remains Jerky lame putting in work and getting shamed Say what you're saying it don't hurt Dwayne Now when I'm the booth I hurt the game You ain't worth your chain but I'm taking the Mickey Cos you satisfied Riko and got a boy sending Boy Better Know don't defend him He's even got a rat 'round his neck representing Cartoons with no bars in his tunes He's MySpace spaced out like Mars on the Moon There's only two men in the world that love Mickey Mouse You and Michael Jackson, let's kick him out Kickin' about you're chatting up minors You're a big man and you're rapping about tigers Fans par you, you argue 'who are you?' Mans ran up inna your studio and scarred you You're behind so get sober man You released your summertime jam in October, damn Retired one time like Hova, thought he was the man Still couldn't sell to his fans Jumped on your Nightbus, sh** broke down You've been provoked by Ultradope Sound Okey doke man, There's no coke around You're called cokey now, you call coke your pal Wow, you jacked a hit, made a hit sh** I bet you couldn't spit with Griminal, he's sick You've only got 8 bars of bare quick sh** Wow The best beat you made you never vocalled it That's why you're remaining local you're a prick Go hide behind your vocoder you dick You're a producer off beat You need to get on your computer and get off street Look now, 50/50 cost heaps I Am Nature.... now you've lost me I smoke and I wrote Marijuana cos I'm an MC You heard it and wrote I Am The Sea So what are you smoking that had you floating? ... Oh yeah yeah we know, it's the coke ting Chart charts chart chart ch-ch-chart Will You chat chat about chart ch-ch-charts Will You had a single, yeah but that was fart Will And your album never made top thousand Clash done, right there that's an outcome You're sh** I'm sick I'm a loud one And I've got a pa**port are you allowed one? Listen I'm a black man and I'm a proud one What have you done in your life to feel proud of? All you do is sell out and sniff powder With Big Dada you did nada Man shoulda said you ain't a kidnapper you ain't a rapper You're a faker, how you gonna diss Jamaica? Where you from, Granada? Flow taker, better save loads of paper Act like you don't owe the major You crack addict, you rap erratic Get back in your lab and make a cla**ic You've just had it, these days are tragic You ain't really spraying no bars it's all magic You're mentally scarred as Gadget Starting war knowing Will I won't have it Now you're wrapped in plastic I guess you could call this track a casket If it where really you that ran the studio Why are you looking uncomfortable in your video Save your breath your shaking on sets Chasing my steps claiming you're vet But you ain't a threat, you are insane I will (?) you and sh** on the set You ain't done nothing but sniff and sweat Go s** a dick.. step Your mums got athletes foot on her neck You've made 3 dubs I made one and wrecked Your whole rhyme scheme go talk to Wretch No offense 32 but this one's stretched He's a pest that keeps molesting so I put him to the test You think you can f** with me come with something fresh Bring on the luxury because we're nothing less If it was up to me you'd be shot in your chest You ain't got bars like me You couldn't survive behind bars like me You talk large but it's alright see I got so many flows you ain't hard Wiley Nah you're a fraud you can't harm me I got more bars than your army You go quiet, put out trash and tell fans go buy it Are you barmy? Grime junky, rhyming monkey Ain't got bars but he shines on funky You cry monthly, look alive cook up hype Cooking fights with MC's that took his life Took his wife took his knife from him and bored him He don't mind getting stabbed up it's normal On his grind but he's still not important Nah you never made grime it was imported Your mum knows you should've been aborted You sound distorted I'm playing with the dead like this is ouija board nah this is what the lord did I wish I ignored it but this is what you wanted You straps to burst in the place You want me to aim and blow you to waste And I still see the work in your face Or is it cos Kano jerked in your face? Face it you come like a chicken thai food boo Always getting moved to, done a little voodoo Cos your beats are doo doo your heats are two two In the streets they're ashamed of what you do You're a freak you ain't ready for the stage they'll boo you You're shook I can see clear through you Hooked on anything that really don't suit you And I got better bars and no Will I won't shoot you Cos you beg, you ain't a celeb Spit your lyric now, don't go brain dead You're a fool, your little dubs didn't slew me though Dissing my bro when you're older than Coolio Cokey you're looney tooney You're so old you where spitting with Spooney Your mums skinny, you're from Trini You bum Billy that's why your girl come see me it's long really s** ya momma!