Lyrics
Yo
It's MC Hammersmith, lyrical strong guy
Messing with the wrong guy, cos you know I'm on my
Rap god shit, literally incredible
Typa bitch to turn a vicar skeptical, I'm a
Sexual athlete in his prime
Because I always finish making love in record time
And if you don't believe me? Stop, decease
Because I've gandered more flaps than a flock of geese
And if a rapper try to battle me it's actual calamity
I caber toss a motherfucker flip their whole anatomy
Uh, said your style very weak, insipid
Gun so big both hands can't grip it
So I'mma choke a rapper 'til they're blue in face
Then I take your nan to ASDA wearing beautiful lace
That's me, not her, I'm in the undergarment
And I'm opening her wider than a glove compartment
No wedding, when I take her down the aisle it's seven
Up against a salad and a juice and a lemon
Banned from every supermarket in my area
Spit so sick I give mosquitos malaria
Rappers taking Ls in the literary lottery
Thinking they legendary but they lacking lexicography
Microphone contortion, ripping out your organ
Petra-fy Amman like Jordan (uh)
My shows are well-attended, yours get rejected
Think you rock the mic but you barely sediment it
Uh, I'mma stay strong, never put the brakes on,
I be selling merch, and your dad sells Avon
Dots on these squares and I'm not talking dice
Kill a whack rapper then I have to kill 'em twice
Then I kill 'em for a third time, definitely deceased
Then I kill 'em once again 'cos I'm a motherfucking beast