Worcester's
I ain't got hooks got verses
Just a bunch of crooks fuck verdicts
One of the first ones to finish that circuit
Man got the bud just skin it and burn it
Don't get love for nothing I earn it
You man a bunch of muppets like Kermit
Look around know I deserve it
Stand on holy ground wont worship
I ain't got hooks just bars and bars and that
Got the full dose and I start with half of that
I respond to your bars with laugh reacts
Drop that like a lager glass and smash
Try move like a Harley hardly gas
I just can't be arsed with that
Mans got a bite that's sharp a shark attack
We can meet in the park at dark to clash
Who needs Jammer
The Champ's Here call me Juelz Santana
Correct your verse your words your grammar
Tryna go out like Tony Montana
Danz laced me with a banger
Kendrick level that's Lamar not Anna
You've never seen a judge bang down that hammer
And you never spent one night jammed in the slammer
Ain't got hooks got 64 bars
And I'm prepared for if the war starts
Took the first kick and score fast
GTA on the strip with 4 stars
Shit bars its your call card
It's the forecast quick the storm passed
Pissed we're all charged, the gigs at your dance
The whole gangs piling into your car
Let's go I'm ready
You'll get cancelled like R Kelly
And I'm attacking like Danny in Machete
This shit gets deep gonna need your wellies
Yo keep it fresh like a deli
Sitting with a big fat zoot like Fekky
Heavy when I step in the session I keep it tekky
Since secondary mans had bars so many
That was year 8, now mans sat with a beer crate
This scene looks fucked in a weird state
Hear bare fake love where I should hear hate
Heard your mixtape and got earache
Feel like I been up for a year straight
From all this gear mate
Drifting away from the lane can't steer straight
Still got a fresh verse strapped like here mate
Have a ganders, have a butchers
I'm out for beef like a butchers
Mans on the sauce no Worcester's
Mans got bars not hooks but
Have a ganders, have a butchers
You're dead meat, that's a butchers
Always on the sauce no Worcester's
Mans got bars and bars not hooks but
You'll remember it, distinctive penmanship
Follow up like the addendum did
Swig high percentages
Bring gems with the pen when I pen my shit
Full time grime no apprenticeship
I put my stories in sentences
And now that you mention it
I never went back and amended shit
Just a bunch of crooks fuck verdicts
One of the first ones to finish that circuit
Man got the bud just skin it and burn it
Don't get love for nothing I earn it
You man a bunch of muppets like Kermit
Look around know I deserve it
Stand on holy ground wont worship
I ain't got hooks just bars and bars and that
Got the full dose and I start with half of that
I respond to your bars with laugh reacts
Drop that like a lager glass and smash
Try move like a Harley hardly gas
I just can't be arsed with that
Mans got a bite that's sharp a shark attack
We can meet in the park at dark to clash
Who needs Jammer
The Champ's Here call me Juelz Santana
Correct your verse your words your grammar
Tryna go out like Tony Montana
Danz laced me with a banger
Kendrick level that's Lamar not Anna
You've never seen a judge bang down that hammer
And you never spent one night jammed in the slammer
Ain't got hooks got 64 bars
And I'm prepared for if the war starts
Took the first kick and score fast
GTA on the strip with 4 stars
Shit bars its your call card
It's the forecast quick the storm passed
Pissed we're all charged, the gigs at your dance
The whole gangs piling into your car
Let's go I'm ready
You'll get cancelled like R Kelly
And I'm attacking like Danny in Machete
This shit gets deep gonna need your wellies
Yo keep it fresh like a deli
Sitting with a big fat zoot like Fekky
Heavy when I step in the session I keep it tekky
Since secondary mans had bars so many
That was year 8, now mans sat with a beer crate
This scene looks fucked in a weird state
Hear bare fake love where I should hear hate
Heard your mixtape and got earache
Feel like I been up for a year straight
From all this gear mate
Drifting away from the lane can't steer straight
Still got a fresh verse strapped like here mate
Have a ganders, have a butchers
I'm out for beef like a butchers
Mans on the sauce no Worcester's
Mans got bars not hooks but
Have a ganders, have a butchers
You're dead meat, that's a butchers
Always on the sauce no Worcester's
Mans got bars and bars not hooks but
You'll remember it, distinctive penmanship
Follow up like the addendum did
Swig high percentages
Bring gems with the pen when I pen my shit
Full time grime no apprenticeship
I put my stories in sentences
And now that you mention it
I never went back and amended shit
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Writer(s): Sam Bennett
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