M to the B (TikTok Classics Version)

If you don't know me I'm M to the B

Coming in hard, you'd better watch it, Sophie

You think you're the only girl doing grime

M to the B says, "step in line"

Coming in hard with my bars

Sophie Aspin is about to get parred

Read your bars off your iPhone 4

I don't do that shit, I do it hardcore

Got murked by Little T

Now you're getting murked by me

You shagged bare lads, you're a little sket

Have you heard your bars, they're fucking pep

Fucking pep, yeah, that's what they are

Now listen carefully to my sick bars

They scream my name like "yar-yar-yar"

Sophie, yeah, you're a little whore

Looking at your face, what the fuck's your contour

Do you want me to lend you a blender

I'm being serious, I'm not trying to offend you

Sophie, yeah, you should stick to singing

'Cause when you spit, my ears are ringing

How can you shag bare lads?

Is your fanny not stinging?

I bet your fanny's fucking minging

Sort out your manky Scouse brow

M to the B is coming at you with a row

You're enough to turn all lads camp

You know that because you're a fucking tramp

Repping around in your shit clothes

Like Josh said, "what the fuck's that pose?"

Saying shit about people's mums

That's tight, Sophie Aspin, do you want me a fight?

Bet your blowies are fucking shite

Fucking shite, that's what I said

All the boys say you give shit head

That's what I said so what're you gonna do?

All the things you spit about aren't even true

Sophie Aspin, little rat

I bet you're riddled and probs got the clap

Soph, yeah, you can't murk me

You're a slag, riddled with STDs

Fuck that shit, couldn't be arsed being you

You're an animal, you belong in a zoo

I'm sending for you so what're you gonna do?

You bounce on next man's dick like a kangaroo

Like a kangaroo

So, Soph, where do we go from here?

If I send back, I'll throw you off the pier

I'm sending for you with no fear

So come on, Soph, what's the best you can give?

Your bars are shit so you may as well quit

You may as well quit 'cause your bars are shit

Your bars are fake and my bars are real

Is it true you got bummed on a field?

You think you're a chav with your string jacket

Turn Sophie Aspin off, what a fucking racket

What a fucking racket

We all know the best MC

It's M to the B, it's M to the B

It's M-M-M-M-M to the B

It's M to the B, it's M to the B

Bang

Sophie, you're not the only girl who can spit bars

I've just showed you how it's done

You said you're not gonna send back

We'll see, won't we?