Heavy Tusk (feat. Uncle Mic Nitro & Krash Slaughta)

Well my style to slippy too slide on, too grippy to glide on, too slippy to slide on

Too grippy it to glide on, too slippy to slide on, too grippy to glide on

Well my style to slippy too slide on, too grippy to glide on, too slippy to slide on

Too grippy it to glide on, too slippy to slide on, too grippy to glide on

Back once again like the renegade

K to the S wha gwan

Ain't nothing funny when we detonate

The bars, I carve them quick fast

Like the backstreet butchers in the dance, playing games with your heart

Taking them apart, it's the track ripper

Back the wicked up, smack a dickhead up, jack the rhythm up

You don't want to fisty cuff up with us, you're sitting ducks

Catch a little bus from the blunderbuss, turning up like elephants

Foot step, head down, heavy tusk, heavy weight, rhyme wreck

Mic check, steady crush, turn them into dust, get the dustpan a brush

No battle plan, just bum rush, fuck it up, end it right, krash

Give a little scratch and I might clash, any little hype fancy up or I might clash

Right lads, back to the drawing board

Drawing blood, drawing short swords as they wanna war

If you wanna war, what you running for

A bludgeoned jaw with a diamond tip, claw hammer, war hammer, programmer

King giving a speech, I don't stammer

When I backhand a backstab, I hand back his flicked knife

Grip mic tight, fingertips like zip ties

Chokehold rapper wind pipe

Beddy byes like, Night night

Uncle Mic, jungle strike, tumbleweed, start the tumble by when you buy my mic

Fuck your rapping, fuck your back slapping

Nitro when you see that he's back, he's back

Put your mic down, sit down on your beanbag

I guarantee that I'll start fucking up your habitat

This ain't tit for tat

I rip mics and bitch slap tits and twats

Spit like cats and dogs, raining any which way

Wanda Maximoff, wandering my biz, long to bits and bobs

Bobs laying over the beat, I'm too cold

Black blades on ice gates, my bars will break ice