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shotty horroh - jab lyrics

[intro]
bluku, bye bye
bluku, bye bye bye
shotts don’t run outta bars

[verse 1]
everybody’s sendin’ disses
well, i’m gettin’ sick of the repet-tion
their lyrics are very simple and never anything different
i wake up to see these pr-cks are perpetuatin’ 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-t
they was never the best in england
i bury anyone quick and the second i wreck i k!ll ’em
i bet when they’re checkin’ this
they’ll pretend that they never listened
i don’t need to be seein’ these intermediates beefin’
on social media cheatin’
and people keepin’ them tweetin’
about remedial leaders, you’re speakin’ dumb sh-t
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 punchin’
everything you joke, then we see you stumblin’
how about you bring it to a man and not a yungen?
ten minutes, i’ma blaze and i’ma take it to the function
f-ckin’ around with me, i guarantee i’ll have you crumblin’
i could rap a circle around you
and man, i’ll verbally clown you
and any person around you in your circ-mference
bro, they used to talk about the biggie’s and the big pun’s
but now they wanna see a chipmunk diss mums
every time i see these candy-coated rappers clashin’
i just wanna throw a punch and make my f-ckin’ fist numb
i ain’t runnin’ out of bars, no lyrical drought
so can you tell me what they’re spittin’ 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-ck a timeline and a blukubyebye
i’m not in my right mind, psychopathic einstein
mixed in with sosa & rum
stickin’ a chip in a box like i’m workin’ up at maccies
somebody tell this p-ssy that he’s just another dappy
f-ckin’ 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 laughin’ 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 helpin’ 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 tryin’ to have a battle
with the rappers that he thinks he could beat
gwaan people give him a tweet
and tell him i’m offended with
the pretenses and little sentences
he’s pretendin’ he’s the best when he’s sendin’ for his men
at least there’s twenty other rappers
that’d bury him ’cause he’s anything
there’s levels to this, livin’ with legends
about malevolence, stop meddlin’
in business you b-tches don’t have a medal in
in his melon he’s sick so i’ll give him his own medicine
i’m measurin’ his coffin to drop him off in the cemetery
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
don’t be talkin’ about how you’re gettin’ 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
talkin’ to yungen about ”nah, i don’t play the numbers game, f-ck 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-t like that—f-ck followers, bro!
i got eight million views on one clash, bro
lightweight battlers, man
steppin’ into my turf right now, bro
seein’ set guys sayin’ they’re the best battle mc in england
nope! that’s me
i can name twenty, thirty, forty mc’s
that’re better than you, bro
shout outs to them, they know who they are
claimin’ 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 showdown to show off
when the show’s on for all of the crowd

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