[Verse 1: Real Rudeboy]
Aha so erm I wake up in the morning to get my favourite cereal right
And I need that brain power to provide y'all with that raw material
For me to be able to describe her physical with my lyrical aerial
Or is it just what I've told you is trivial
If so err I give y'all the right to provide me with a lyrical burial
Period man period, I set the gps in heart cus ill be searching even in the dark
Because girl this has gone beyond reality, haha
I create the horror dreams in the themes of Freedy Kruger
My enemies think I'm kryptonite the Lex Luther
Dr. Martin King, ha shutup
I wake up in the morning, my mouth is full of yawning to come an grip the mic
You never see me coming cus I'm looking like a night
Zombie, a monster I'm a vampire
Call me count Alucard cus I'm looking for a broad
No b**h, no hoe just another woman god
Medusa, just spit venom out the weave call me black widow
I'm hard to understand when I speak up in a riddle
But Rudeboy's got the flow quicker than that helicopter propeller even in acapella mode
First UK boy to ever rip it up, Cochella?
Hmmm, You decide