[ Featuring oscarpenguin ]
Out by the igloo, speaking gibber like I'm Pingu
Load the western like it's In2 boogie man gonna link you
Let the ice sink through, freeze you up stiff you jinx you
To all my polar bears, this brother looking pink food
Fleshy like a gash wound, crash the pussy like it's cat food
None of your brothers gonna back you, claws gonna stab you
In the arctic it's the trenches, Heavy KG like it's the deadlifts
We go round there and roll you up like you're some peng spliffs
JC roll with the penguin, cooking fire in the freezers
London geezers from the SE to the Kent side
Loaded like the gun, screaming addies like I'm Westside
Through the door like Sully, I'm the monster by your bedside
Write the ink and it's bed byes
Au revoir
Close the door to say they're good be a white lie
Hear a slight cry, Rock Lee and Mike guy
Gates open, she stay on the banana like a fruit fly
Loots dry, what you been collecting up here in your shit life?
Weak bag, knock your teeth out or use a big gag
Clean the melon like a wig snatch, fisherman with the big catch
All these pigs stank off dank with Charlie in the nostrils
Constable oh constable, your lies be so horrible
We're here to be historical, take advantage of the system
Bros in the back with the clippers staying spliffing
Ganging out in the arctic with a bird, that's my farfetch
I'm like Luke in the carcass, warmth in a thermal
Pre the skin like a dermal, flows original like Werther's
Polar bears lurking, you know they're on the hurting and the hunting
Snow crunching, no point running fate acceptance
Late attendance to the class, got your percentage massacred
Mix the wessons and the silencers I'm blending calibres
Bags of bars for days sober or waved
The brain works in mysterious ways
Let's hope we're on the same page
Blaze like the nether, I need the gold like a pigman
Walter White or Pinkman
You can catch me cooking like I'm out here in the big van
Chasing after big bank, like pursuit on Kim K
Auction off your life like Ebay, highest bidder gonna get paid
Purple and I'm charged, call the kid Windu
In the mace writing bars I'm quay off somewhere in the f*cking igloo
J
