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marky b - an hour later lyrics

listen, let’s just get one thing straight
you never bullied me, you’re just a bully
and i don’t like bullies
so now i’m gonna bully you
copied your bars? you can’t even spit bars you little muppet
here’s a little lesson for you
go sh+g your mum before i do, div

ha, yeah
mitch is talking sh+t again, he will not put his hands up
and every time he’s in the studio, he’s getting bankrupt
cannae use his fists because he’s saying i’ll get stabbed up
but i’ll just whack a p+ssy, try and rush me, you’ll get jabbed up
no offence but i don’t see you as a threat
but i remember as a youngen and the guy thought he was hench
tryna say i copied bars eh? show me the bars then
you ain’t got no bottle but i’ll mark you like a mark pen
this guy said that i copied chiller crew
so i picked a beat i’ve never done before, that’s what i do
i’ve been making f+cking moves off a couple of my tunes
don’t get angry mitch, what the f+ck you gonna do?
i remember all the sh+t talk, i was still in school
and the guy was 22, now i’ll f+cking pagger you
i don’t wanna battle you, i just wanna savage you
there’s me, there’s you, you’re not close, you’re a fool
’cause i’ll one+bat savage him, rich is panicking
i’m just whacking him, i won’t stop
drop that beat and watch what i do
when i drop to the mic on a f+cking drop
rich’s mum just rang marky and said “i want your c+ck,”
so i dribbled in her fairy hole and that is where you’re from
ha son, i am your dad, i’ve got the flow that you don’t have
this little b+tch is wearing a pad, i just got a big chip [?] from packs, ha
i bring the tracks, (like, like) like you bring the fake air max
i’ll make a sick d+mn tune and you’re there so we can just get to laugh, ha

(that’s an x4 beat, yo)

(ayo that’s an x4 beat)

f+ck mitch mush, you’re a b+tch mush, ha
there’s no light in the room ’cause his mother’s in the way
there’s no wife in the room ’cause the silly f+cker’s g+y
and he’s made a little song about the spice that he takes
you don’t wanna f+cking clash ’cause i can do this every day
i’ve got a different kind of way, you’ll never ride up on my wave
because i set the f+cking pace, i make the bangers every day
i got a snap the other day, your mummy wants me to splurge on her face
i will come round again
never give a f+ck about opinions or the sh+t talk
look at mitch’s kiddie, do you feed it with a pitchfork?
why do you talk like you’re from down south bro?
you just sound like a c+ck’s been in your mouth though
yeah back me, talking all this sh+t
now i sent him my address he’s acting like i started it
i’ll just ram the car to cleck or sheff, where you from?
rumour ’round the block is mitch+ll is a little nonce, ha

- marky b lyrics

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