Ransomite

Cunt stays watching
He don’t listen often
Different toxins
In ma body
Better off taking it off me
Never saying sorry
Pay the price, don’t care what it cost me
But these emcees just wanna fuckin thieve and rob me
Choking to steal this throne off me
Go! Chuck another stone in the pond and get lost mate

Windy kick your feet up in my spot because it’s hot mate
Wallets misbehaving looking all knotty
Looking all fat and fuckin chubby aff a hobby
But I’m just a snotty-nosed, grotty, toddy tot mate
Never spilling every single thing this place has taught me
Streets are cobbly and the beats are wobbly
Say your independent but I know you’re eating off me
They say that life’s a test and man you are just cheating off me
Stealing from me!
Man, I really hope you run into the same kinda police officers, that were beating Rodney
You would drink my blood and probably eat my body...

(setting the tone)

Listen Efe
I really think you’re living sketchy
I know that you wirny ready for this
And now you’re regretting
Every single ill intention
That you’ve sent in my direction
But you’re just an extra stepping into the middle of a western
Nah no weapon formed against me shall penetrate my defences
So let me chill, (chill)
I’ve got one question
When you said you paid for the wake-up beat.., where’d you send it?
And let’s not mention
When you patched me for the remix and got Maxsta on it instead
Mate, I got a glimpse of your true intentions
You think because I’m always stoned
That I’m just for stepping
Bro, You’re faker than professional wrestling
Wow... this cunt’s got me stressing
Get us face to face and I bet that I best him
I bet that this is better than anything that he’s prepped for sending
I’m bigger and smarter than you so call me Edmund Kemper
I’m a lost soul with a deadly agenda
Ya trendy bender
You must be demented, tryna provoke my fuckin temper
Joe's a dementor
Told you that I
Roam at ma leisure
I’ll leave this cunt all broken and severed
Wake up and smell the coffee before you get roasted n blended
Over pretending that we were ever friends
I’ll make you never ever want to write a bar again
I write ma bars with pens that only boys in bar get
Yo, you’re down in London
trying to fuckin suck off DJ Target
Act nonchalant on a beat but you’re trying your hardest
You ain’t a real artist
You ain’t ready for a bar fest
Stand free in yer shitehole city
Don’t ever march west
Fuckin FAGGOT!
You ain’t had it hard kid!

You’re the whitest black guy that I’ve ever seen
A perfect candidate to go and represent Aberdeen

Something fishy bout you
Cut from a briney thread
Like... where the fuck did you find your friends?!
Cause ones got a rap name after sucking bone (GIDD GAMZ)
And the other ones got a Wii remote for a fucking phone (RANSOM IRM FREESTYLE)
You cunts don’t rap with substance
You all just cap for nothing
Whilst you adapt to London
Yo, you’re all actually nothing
You’re not actually worth it
Watch you don’t get fuckin knocked out by the fat guy in public
Stop fuckin acting and fronting!
Wait a minute
I heard you got a bird from Eastenders and you go rides when it’s nice out
I’ve got boys fae the east end due to be riding birds for the rest of their life now, so pipe down
Don’t ever try and get wide clown!
Bet you wish you were on my side now
I’ve already climbed down the precipice you constantly try to climb up but always seem to slide down...
Fuck sake, you’re living upside down...

*I have more to say ya absolute chicken*