Whose Next (feat. Wayne Wonda & Tau Rai)

The lyrical guy who's part excellence
I spar exodus, and visually rhyme to harm retinas
Used to be the pupil I'm the new school leader
Observing life clearly from my new two seater couch
I speak about my trouble and strife
Don't mean the wife I mean my struggle in life
Trying to juggle this rap stuff, so I act up
I throw a tantrum during a show and start to slap fucks

I'll clap ducks and pigeons
And put my hands up, screaming out "Scrub Life"
While I stick your fans up
I'm Wayne Wonda, here's my name and number
And tell your girl to give me a call
When they be under any type of stress

My life's a mess, check the notebook
My rhyme's are blessed
Now all I need to do now is fly the nest
I'm not an exam, so I wouldn't try to test
'Cause fucking with me is plain dumb like cyber-sex

I'm an original copy I'm probably wearing
The whole crowd's looking at me
They're probably staring at this talented asthmatic
Yo, who raps static
So when you put the needle to groove the wax panics

He's talking out his orifice
I'm spitting wonder out the pop-shield
Never compromise the style for us to drop steel
Vulgatron, the one the child is ripping
That's my shit done, so who's next to start spitting?

My shit's highly maneuvered, the mans a fantastic fool
While you're babbling uncontrollably like a man with a spastic jaw
I've met scarier kids than Freddie, masks and plastic claws
If I told your arse already what the fuck you asking for?

I'll rape, bugger and pillage the whole of your mum's village
And I'm not gunna stop fucking 'til the lot of my cum's finished
Diminishing most ogres with the simple bat of an eye
Your flows are all sticky like faggots in black tie
The free form flow man I fry faggots like fish
I'm fishing these phony fuckers and feeding them frozen piss
I'm holding the mic close 'cause flowing's my only wish
Watch them in then go in noses and blow from the golden fist

I'd rather shift shapes than lift weights, your shit's bait
And the reason your gal's late is cause she's fucking your best mate
I'm hating your state of being to the core of your existence
Another quirky rapper putting up a poor resistance

I flow from every Orifice 'til Wayne wonders when I'll stop
Still vulgar on the verbal
With a hunger for the hop, yo
It's Tau Rai and Vulgatron just chillin'
That's my shit done, so whose next to start spittin'?

I flow from every Orifice 'til Wayne wonders when I'll stop
Still vulgar on the verbal
With a hunger for the hop, yo
It's Tau Rai and Vulgatron just chillin'
Well that's my shit done, yeah
So whose next to start spittin'?

Hey yo, it's Tau Rai
Slightly keeping Britain tidy
While I swing like a spidey
I'm back to blaze again with my amazing friends
Make you grin as soon as I can find my pen
I don't know where this rhyming ends, so don't ask me
Do a Muhammad Ali if they try and draft me

You reckon you can take the few, moves on me
Man I know Foreign Beggars and beans that give proper headers
Got mozzarella and cheddar if bredders are bringin' the beef, yo
Fuck vinyl, I'm stalkin' some pop idols
More than slightly homicidal with a handful of biros
Entered the fame academy, holding a light torch
With some gunpowder and tried to sign up as Guy Fawkes

Is it my fault my mind's warped?
Should I fight with my thoughts?
Before I find there's white walls surrounding me
There's bound to be repercussions

It's like I know that's the deal
But right now the engine's running but no one's at the wheel
So flow under at wills, feel like I come from the hills
Now I'm one with the seal, I come for the kill
Tongue hit and chill, still on it mate
I go through tracks the proper way
Quicker than the USA went through that dossier

He's talking out his orifice
I'm spitting wonder out the pop-shield
Never compromise the style for us to drop steel
Vulgatron, the one the child is ripping
That's my shit done, so who's next to start spitting?

I flow from every Orifice 'til Wayne wonders when I'll stop
Still vulgar on the verbal
With a hunger for the hop, yo
It's Tau Rai and Vulgatron just chillin'
That's my shit done, so whose next to start spittin'?
Me! Me! My turn, ey, pass the mic, man!