[Intro]
[Verse 1]
I'm not into kidnapping; rather done man on-spot
I don't move hot, so I'm unlikely to get clopped
I've done a lot in my time; that's why my end's locked
Before, man could walk through. That's stopped
If in my ends, you do bop and you ain't got a thumbs-up
Blood will pour from your top
Me and Bris got ends locked
So if we're pissed off, your mum will need five bags
For an after-party and burial of corpse
Burial of coffin, cause her son tried to rob
Tried to bop; fences, he had to hop
Got caught; [?]
[?] cause he got chopped
Got clopped and was left there to rot
Yes, he tried to trot; collapsed
Time of d**h: 10 o'clock
[Hook]
T, when I enter the building, everybody calls me T
Cause everybody wants to hear me say 'T'
Put on a Darkside beat and watch me say 'T'
And it's T
[Verse 2]
I'm not polite; this is not a fairy tale
I'll turn up outside your aunt's and leave your body turning super stale
I'm the angriest; there's no space for you
There's no space for two. And it's T
I've got a heart like steel. If this was the 1850s
Them wouldn't [?] me; they would kneel
Cause I am the general. This is not just lyrical
I'll record your d**h and put it on my next single
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Stay home at night or you'll never see daylight
I will come to your house and damage your eyesight
And leave your mum showing a white flag cause I left body-parts in a Tesco's bag
Your mum I did nag cause I told her to tell you
That you're not bad; you could have enjoyed the life you had
But this guy's inhaling what we call the badman f*g
And the badman f*g will leave you seeing the badman dag'
And the badman dag' left you next to blood you once had
If you walk by, don't look; don't stare
Don't glare cause I'll leave your soul somewhere in mid-air
It's that simple. No, I'm not fair
I don't care. I'll dead you with no flare
I'll dead you with no flare; I won't give you time to prepare
Or be scared. I'll leave no clues
I'll shave hair to identify you, then your dental care
I'm your worst nightmare. And it's T
War and me are like Bonnie and Clyde
If it's the slip-and-slide, your main features you'd have to hide
And if you did hide, I'll turn up at your bits
Yeah, the main bit just like a dick
Walk by and try and draws a chick: instant reaction
You'll try and get rude, get brave
And then meddle and misbehave
Then I will earn a medal and misbehave
And draw from my shower ting and engrave
[Outro]