Lads Video (MV)

Dropping in this beat like fortnite
Don't step to me or it's night night
I'll give you a lethal jab left right
Trust me I'm painful like a dog bite
You need to sort your life out mr brown
But don't let these bars bring you down
Don't start crying acting like a clown
I'm a ticking time bomb yeah countdown

Zack Berry it's now your time
To get murdered by my rhymes
Murderous flows going over your head
You are too friendly act like Ned
Can we talk about your dodgy tooth
But I'd rather have you than manton in the booth
Rep your stoney everyday
Listen to this lyrical madness I spray
I'll slice you up like a fish fillet
You'll end up working at a takeaway

Speaking of a takeaway look who it is
It's manton wanting some f*cking chips
This verse is short because I've already killed you
Everything you say I see through
You're a fake little mate
Well that's a lie
You would've been little if you didn't eat pies

Coming up next it's kenny
You need smegma? He's got plenty
Side hoes? He's got twenty
Ex Bitches, How many?
Listen to me four eyes
You'll never get with Ava, please don't cry

Kian mate you've got a dead trim
Now it's worse it's f*cking grim
You're drowning in the pool coz you can't swim
Attention of this track it's a win win
Selling and swapping it's all you do
Yelling about to sell your voopoo
Just get a job if you're that broke
But don't teach lessons on the backstroke

What's that over there It's Harvey's dad
Just a joke lad he's not coming back
This isn't a song it's a disstrack
Let's get down to the real issue
That patch on your head white like a tissue
You and Ava broke up a year ago
But there's one thing that we all know
That you tried to finger her pisshole
I'm not trying to say you're an arsehole
But if you step to me I'll fold you like an egg roll

Nathan I had to do this to you
I'm glad you got a new hairdo
If you run your mouth I'll have to come through
Snap you in half like bamboo
Rewind back to year 8
Little Chubby Johnson supposedly straight
But now you're just a little featherweight
Punch above your belt do you wanna feyt?

Sadly it's time for ramskill
Sorry lad had to go for the kill
By that I mean feed you a snickers
I've heard you sniff your sisters knickers
Have to inject every single meal
Is that insulin or the ket you deal?

Buying it all its Lewis Hare
I'm guessing you haven't got nowt down there
Little pussy boy, never heard you speak
You just sit there you never blink
I'll tie you down with ropes like a kink
Chuck you on to an ice rink
Slash you open with my blades
But I'm not trying to throw no shade

Finlay yeah it's time for you
Your mums a bitch and looks like a who
Ears got you looking like a white will smith
Don't need a dictionary I'm a wordsmith
All you do is murmur in your tracks
I'll come swinging at you with an ax
With one quick slash your head is off
Then I'll turn up at your crib with a molotov
Everyone says you sisters fit
I don't believe it not one bit
When they say it, you're in denial
Time to switch it to big Niall

Cheeky little pedo staring at kids
If I look in your boxers I'll find skids
Chatting to every lass in Swinton
You're a player like my man Bill Clinton
What's that hanging off your chin?
Abit of bum fluff you f*cking has been

Coming in fast on leo Taylor
Take your breath away you need an inhaler
What you actually need is a specialised tailor
XXL not so fresh,
Don't come at me with your nasty breath
Covered in dog hair head to toe
Put a lighter to you and watch you glow

Last but not least it's Little Peep
Now who he is isn't that deep
It's little aiden from down the street
Can't keep his hair the same colour
Come at me I'll disable your mother
What's this identity you're trying to uncover
You're not an edgy lad, just a fake stunna

This track was just a piss take
Send back if you want your life's are at stake