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wiley - curiosity killed the cat lyrics

[intro]
blud, what does man think?
i don’t even know
i am sick of you lot
what does man think?
you think i am sitting here bruv? bruv?
worrying about this eediet, rotten, zeph ellis bumbahole
mad
bruv, that’s what i’m saying
you let this-
bruv, you know what it is
i remember when you lot used to fren’ up with this guy yah know (‘fren up)
everytime he sent for me, you lot fren’ up with this guy (friend)
where are you know with the fren’ up? (nah-nah friend)
bruv, listen to this guy
listen to this guy, look what he does
every time someone comes out, with something
this guy jumps on it (truss), and then pretends he’s the friggin’ (trust) originator of it, bruv
who are you supposed to be?
well i’m incrediboy!
what? no… you’re that kid from the fan club
bro… bro-brodie, bud, buddy, buddy (this is the guy)
my name is incrediboy
look, i’ve been nice, i stood for photos
signed every scr-p of paper you pushed at me but- (yeah, him)
no, no, no
you don’t have to worry about training me
i don’t want your moves, your crime fighting style
favourite catchphrases, everything
i’m your number one fan
’bout my daughter
where’s your daughter? p-ssy
’bout my mum, where’s your mum?
’bout brixton and stockwell, you’re a eediet bruv
stop talking ’bout brixton and stockwell, you d-ckhead

[verse 1]
you got around the point with bare talk
can’t bly me with your bullsh-t, i’m a hawk
and you can die quick with less words than pigeon
joseph ellis, please stop the b-tching
i am not jme, i will turn your life upside down
you’re a leech, you ain’t never had a sound
never been a king, you ain’t never won a crown
’cause you [?], you run around town
when the gossip you spread is fake news
youtube hits, that’s fake news
i’m from the days of t-tch and bruz
you’re from the days of davinche tunes
this brudda is not well
i swear this guys n0body in brixton or stockwell
why do you act like you’ve been past?
now i gotta rip a brudda down, quick fast
all the explaining in the world’s not gonna distract me from the fact you’re saying nothin’
fact is, you don’t exist, you shapeshift
you beg it, i win outright, i don’t edge it
your mouth ain’t loose, you’re a tramp
straight p-ssy though
like you wanna run gums, you’re a p-ssyhole
i swear on his mums life too
i could never lose a battle to none of yous, like
oi, young dot
you’re too eggs up
you wanna beg it everyday but now the begs up
and i ain’t ringing anybody for the heads up
i turn buckle at man like a wrestler
you think you’re clever like a tesla
p-ssy, you’re a jester
wanna press up, like a pest blud
i told you i’d battle you again
’cause i’m better than the rest at coping at the stress blud
you’re a lost cause that depends on me
we wouldn’t know you if you didn’t send for me
me and you in war, it was meant to be
but how the f-ck are you ever gonna put an end to me?
i don’t even wanna give you no sympathy
i said, i don’t even wanna give you no empathy
i do it for the sport
murder you, deliver your corpse, and drop you times centre g

[chorus]
didn’t really wanna do a hook but i might just do it
i’m outside, if my brudda got a show i’ma drive him to it
dot rotten thought he was a danger ’round here, i knew it
he tried l!ck down wiley and bbk but you blew it
blud
lightwork
gimmie the mic, i’ll show you how the mic works
i said lightwork
gimmie the mic, i’ll show you how the mic works
how the mic works
blud

[verse 2]
lemme put this fake brudda back in his place
stop chatting like you can see crack in my face
in your dubs, it’s like you’ve got a mac in your place
but if the roadside calls, no mac on the waist
blud, back in your place, back in your place
i said, you hate me like a slap in the face
anytime you hear me recording alone like this, there ain’t one cat in the place
i will slam dunk heads like shaq in the place
big man, you’re not the only black in the place
more time brudda i know you move like a paigon
so i don’t wanna hear no chat in the place
no, i came back, gotta tackle the face
everybodies shook but i’m not shook
woulda stayed home if that was the case
he called me the devil but, that was the face
dot rotten, i’m k!lling you
i ain’t even draw for the snake or crane yet
i ain’t even told you to stay in your lane yet
i ain’t even pushing bruddas twice a day yet
them bruddas ain’t got no limits to say yet
i ain’t started p-ssing flame yet
how come you didn’t know my att-tude smells like a drain?
f’s subliminal sh-t, i’m directly
on your doorstep, so n0body can’t check me
get me? gently
i knew before that, you would never catch me
’cause your spirit’s dead inside a cemetery
people in the loop, they ain’t rocking with your energy
can’t frenemy me
’cause you’re a frenemy
it’s all fake anytime man’s belling me
i ain’t breading none of you d-ckheads
you never had your own mindset, d-ckhead
oh sh-t, you ain’t got a lane yet
well i’m winning, call me big head
dot rotten it’s vegan today
but, by tomorrow that man is chicken
dot rotten, when you’re my age, you won’t be here like i’m alive and kicking

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