WickedSkengMan 4 - Studio Version

Ooh shit, ay, I farted you know
Ay let me just go, let me just go, let me just go
Ay that is foul
That is foul, let me go
Look

Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by the darkskin yout
Oh well, should've been watching
He was gone by the time that they clocked him
#MERKY, #SKENGMAN
What's the last one? Yeah, #PROBLEM

They should've stopped him, I don't run out of bars
Just like Chip, I don't run out of bars
Walk in the rave, put the glass to your face
Look, I make fuckboys run out of bars
Big 45 might bun out your clart
No safety, that might dun out your dance
Knock on your door like oi rudeboy, look
Forget the hype, just come out the yard

See the lightskin girls used to cuss me
Now the lightskin girls, they love me
Word to J Hus, man are ugly
But this rap ting's sick, man, trust me
Nobody can't claim that they buss me
Cuh man was out there on a fuckery
Plus we don't even talk too much
That's the reason why your girl wanna fuck me

I don't really care about your friend
Bare likkle fish never been on the ends
Yeah, you go hard but we go harder
You shut down but nigga, I leng
You turn up but nigga, I rep
Why do man love getting me vexed?
Here for the lightskin girl with the big bumper
And the black bredrin with the breasts

So if you got a BET, bring it out
Oh, you don't? Shut your mouth
Man just chat shit, I cut them out
Know where I come from, I'm from the south
Fuck out my house, peak when I press play
Niggas go gym but they're missing out leg day
My worst days are some of your best days
Punch a grime MC off his segway, pussyhole

Look, don't make me slap you
Like, like wait 'til I catch you
Like, man are like "That's that black yout"
Went Jools Holland in my tracksuit
Rep for the scene like, yeah, man, I had to
Just run a sick beat I can rap to
Everybody calm down, it's a tracksuit
What the fuck, man? I ain't gonna stab you

Look, I don't wanna argue
But if you talk shit, man'll par you
Look at the size of my fist, I will spark you
I'm the grime scene's Lukaku
6'5" black guy, mad fly, put me up top
Man down, everybody down when I buss shots
Jump onstage, bare rage when my dub drop
You did grime for a sec, then you fucked off

Rap boys hate me cuh I do grime
Grime boys hate me cuh I do rap
Good youts hate me cuh I'm too cruddy
Bad youts hate me cuh I don't trap
Fake youts hate me cuh I'm too real
And the real youts hate me cuh I don't act
Well, um...
Suck your mum, yeah, go and do that

My name's Michael, Big Stormz
I like peng tings, I like porn
I've got a 16 bar full of corn
I breathe fire every time I yawn
Stormzy's this, Stormzy's that
Stormzy's blick, Stormzy's black
Stormzy's hairline's going way back
But I still fuck your girl, go and retweet that little nigga, yo

Man are saying that I blew up too fast
Man are saying that I came up too quick
Rudeboy, look on the YouTube, darg
Mandem are putting in the graveyard shift
Dem man there straight wash
Brudda, don't blame me, go and blame God
Every MC wan' try and take shots
Tell 'em boy there hard work pays off

Anyway, everybody wanna do grime now
Real talk, let's not lie now
Yeah, look brudda, this my house
That's my laptop, that's my sound
That's my people, that's my crowd
That's my kingdom, that's my crown
Look, one phone call, man'll fly around
I lay one vocal then I sign out, anyway

Go Bluejays for a lunch and a brekky
Make that thing bu-bu-bang like Fekky
Got mad skill with the ting, I'm tekky
Onstage, go back to back with Skeppy
When I'm on the ball, I'm cool like Messi
Man just talk, don't talk, be steady
Tell 'em that I'm down for the war, I'm ready
Them man change circles, there's jezzy