Shotty Horroh - Jab lyrics

Bluku bye bye Bluku bye bye bye Shotts don't run outta bars Everybody's sending disses, well I'm getting sick of the repetition Their lyrics are very simple and never anything different I wake up to see these pricks are perpetuating a gimmick They physically make me sick, someone get me the penicillin If anyone said they're sick then I need a second opinion Go tell 'em I said they're sh**, they was never the best in England I bury anyone quick and the second I wreck I k** 'em I bet when they're checking this, they'll pretend that they never listened I don't need to be seeing these intermediates beefing on social media Cheating and people keeping 'em tweeting about Remedial leaders, you're speaking dumb sh** Tell that man to link you up a stage and you can front him Take it to the dungeon, Jammer's house in London When you ain't got producers who can help you do a punching Everything you joke, then we see you stumbling How about you bring it to a man and not a Yungen? Ten minutes, I'mma blaze and I'mma take it to the function f**ing around with me, I guarantee I'll have you crumbling I could rap a circle around you and man'll verbally clown you And any person around you in your circumference, bro They used to talk about the Biggies and the Big Puns But now they wanna see a Chipmunk diss mums Every time I see these candy coated rappers clashing I just wanna throw a punch and make my f**ing fist numb I ain't running out of bars, no lyrical drought So can you tell me what they're spitting about? I think I figured it out These days, if your Twitter account's got a bigger amount These kids'll give you the clout I've got a chip on my shoulder I'm so big, I could put Chip on my shoulder So f** a timeline and a BlukuByeBye, I'm not in my right mind Psychopathic Einstein mixed in with Sosa & Rum Sticking a Chip in a box like I'm working up at Maccies Somebody tell this p**y that he's just another Dappy f**ing around with Shotts and you won't make me catch a body And I'm so Mr Miyagi, you are just another Danny Somebody told me that you was the king, look at my face I'm not Irate, brudda, I'm laughing at your mindstate They're gonna tell I do this for promotion, are you blind, mate? Eight million views, eight million views, I'm straight And that was off the one clash, pie face I'm already Horroh, you ain't helping me with my name I remember when you got your tattoos like Wayne Now I see your formula, you're tryna be the grime Drake Likkle puppy and the King of the Beasts Little Chippy won't bring it to me He's only trying to have a battle with the rappers that he thinks he could beat Gwan people give him a tweet, and tell him I'm offended with the pretences and little sentences He's pretending he's the best when he's sending for his men, At least there's 20 other rappers that'd bury him cause he's anything There's levels to this, living with legends, about malevolence, don't meddle in business you b**hes dont have a medal in He thinks he's sick so I'll give him his own medicine I'm measuring, his coffin to drop him off in the cemetary If he's got bare bars, I'm Leo in The Revenant But you are very famous, so it's entertainment But I think you need a demonstration, how to bury haters Dont be talking 'bout how you're getting papers In the petrol station, in them Ellesse trainers You need meditation and some medication, wait! Stop. Bro, let me stop... [Spoken] Cause I guarantee this guy ducks Talking to Yungen about ''Nah, I don't play the numbers game, f** all that numbers game'', but I guarantee he plays the numbers game with me I bet he talks bout I ain't got enough followers to respond to Or some sh** like that, f** followers bro! I got eight million views on one clash, bro Lightweight battlers, man Stepping into my turf now, bro Seeing set guys saying they're the best battle MC in England, nope! That's me I can name 20, 30, 40 MCs that're better than you, bro Shout outs to them, they know who they are Claiming all this, you're the best in the country As Rick Flair once said "To be the best... you gotta beat the best" (Beat me) Duck, hide, do what you've gotta do Quiet like you never saw this But I'm at your NECK! [Adlibs] Some said I wasn't gonna show up Well that's what the talk was about But I show up to the show down To show off when the show's on For all of the crowd