[Verse 1 - Lunar C]
Lunar C, F64
Big up SBTV
Yo, follow @LunarCFT
My ginsu will turn an MC into an Ed Gein skin suit
Just because I like the sound of flesh being ripped through
They already know the kid can't be defeated
I got it covered like a skid-mark on a g-string
My ego's still f**in' enormous
When rappers wanna collab I tell 'em come and record it
Then I diss 'em on the intro and f** up the chorus
And drop an eleven bar verse just to be awkward
I warned them, f**in' with a Tipper is a foolish move
Flap your gums and lose a tooth
I'm Dub-Y through and through
I remember when the used to say "Lunar who?"
Now I've got bare fans like I'm performing to a nudist group
Your girl gargles on my kiddies when the rents due
I bust a load on every pillow in your bedroom
Can't figure out my next move
Your crew is full of hyped up b**hes like a limo on a hen-do
Yeah, you no-hope-having pieces of sh**
You're not worthy to inhale the steam from my piss
All this stupid internet beef is for kids
And if Eddie Vegas isn't special needs he's a prick
I'm bored of wondering why everybody's so shifty
No I don't really mind, let these p**yholes diss me
I was born with hairy balls and a fully grown widgie
Rippin' off my nappy like "mum it don't fit me"
Sometimes I'm angry about my life cause I'm flat broke
But a lot of people with power die cause of cash though
Maybe if I stack up the pounds and buy me a Lambo
You'll see my picture next to some flowers tied to a lamp post
Yeah, and lately I've been stressed that's
Probably why I smoke till my insides are jet black
There's some minor set-backs that I've been tryna get past
But I stayed grounded like I've got a spiteful step dad
I'm just a spliff chugging gormless degenerate
West Yorkshire's the headquarters I'm reppin' it
A force to be reckoned with I'll walk up and let my fist
Smash through your temple like an autistic terrorist
I'm the reason why your team seems shook
My CD's nuts, you see these nuts?
I'm the bee's knees bruv I keep it PG look
I only started writing rhymes to get my peepee s**ed
Cause I'm a Jack Russel with a staff's muzzle
Big mouth always gettin' me in bad trouble
Ten stone in wet clothes
I don't have muscles but in my mind I'm hench though
Yeah I live in a world of my own I have no need for you
p**y you should already know Lunar C's the truth
I'll eat the food off your dinner plate and make you clean it too
Your missus calls me Moses when I give her a seein' to
I play these mugs like a celibate Catholic woman's
Sexually active husband I'm settin' the standards look
Weapon of ma** destruction I'll dead any f*g for frontin'
f** stepping on my toes you just entered a dragon's dungeon
It's the winning that counts, I don't wanna take part
Or watch nobody else they're not on my radar
The industry's a mess so we've got to take charge
I'll hop on stage holding the severed head of Conor Maynard
I'll strike fear in their hearts and make the calm restless
They'll feel my boot in their backside like a sharp tetan*s
Big up Jamal Edwards
Big up my crew FlyTippers, they can't test us
I could beat 'em with one arm behind my back like an arm wrestler