Let me tell you the lowdown
Trim'll storm the showdown
Well its over now
There a soldier dan
Let me slow it down
I went jail and i stood my ground
You get bail cos you use your mouth
Kerry smells but you licked her out
Your face got fixed for dat
Big booty scabs
Thats what you get for eating slags
In raves they go mad for you
You get paid and im glad for you
But drinking piss is bad for you
Its not trim no more its dad to you
What do i have to do to get it through to you
Fake is my view of you
Thats why im slewing you
Its trim pa**ing though
Ok shaun lewis this is how were gunna do it
You flow like a ford buick
Your mums j**ish you wish
Island man with pricks
Not forgetting where sibbies from or where he pissed
Island's where your half sister lives not far from trims trip
Islands not where i live but you can catch me in the bits
Im always in the bits
Abbey lane's where you mums is
Keep saying my name we'll get your mumzy
Chief shaun lewis just prick in the biz
Shaun lewis each clip for clitch
Shaun lewis where you going with this
You're not a lyricist
You're not flowing
Ill show him im a bigger fish
Im a big bad dub and you're a mini disk
Thats broken and finished with
His names storm
But we'll call him scabs
In school he wa*ked over p**no mags
And was forced to jack an old ladies bag
Storm is shaun and shaun is scabs
Carlines a slag who goes out with scabs
Scabs thinks he's bad cos of the slags he's had
Scabs ate a slag with crabs
Thats why scabs got big scabs on his face
And his face is f**ed
Buns been glocked
And he dressed up nah thats not fun
Gra** man up sibbie pissed on his clothes and stuff
He's never been road you mug
You've ate loads of muff
Flows not rough
So not rough but life has been
I can see why you can think you're thug
But you're a has been
Trims not a thinking thug but i have been
Someone pour your up we'll keep clashin
I need to get my ratings up so who's mashing
Try to get trim
You must have been ping
But you're not anything
You're answer for everything
You won't win not a chance
You're anything
Move your skin kick your a**
Break everything
Here to win never last to be threatening
I put sell through lyrical hell don't make his head swell
So much breath we're used to the smell
Mans eat a** they bite their thumbnail
But some try bread but fail
Just too stale
Cut your throat make your face go pale
Send mumzy d**h threat mail
Oh well she's next on the scale
And if i go jail
My boys won't fail to bust your tail
Your crew as well
Whether male or female
Its the end of the rail
Oi blud better bail
Peep at the last time that you inhaled
A quick light a couple shells fell
You won't live to tell no tale
Cos sell its the end of the rail
He's names sniper but we'll call him chitch
He's flows sh** some big nosed prick in the biz
Snipers chitch and chitch is bomani honestly
Bomani's got a brother called barasi
They live in barley malt, english but spitting with a yardie flow
He's good to go got a ring in the nose always linking with bro's
Always nicking his clothes
Scenario goes; scratch is my bro stop chatting his flow
I catch holes in your tank top
You're a wa*k wap f** off
Or get chucked of bare in better hair trim
Then i will bomb squad tear skin and rip out your eyebrow ring
You see me
You see me king
Yeah let me change pace
f** sniper eat em up major ace
The names are waste
Someone save his face he looks like flavour flav
Who's major ace wade in
Ill cave his face with a lucozade drink
Said major ace so lets see if he says trim
Other night and he's got a beatin'
Sponge and AJ beat him
When i heard this i was creasin
Inch is a sweet thing
I heard man was sayin low it leave him
Trust me they're cowards breathin flows they try theavin lyrics with no meaning
Like ya ya ya, im so not feeling
But at raves its a wheelin
To some its appealin
Ace is old skool so i should leave him
But Bushkin beat him at SLK
Come on da set it was hide and seekin
His girl's a sket though mine roll deep in
Its either open relationship or she's cheatin
He's eating and they're happy
Ace is about as f** that as a nappy
You'll get kicked out of his tracky
Fed rock acky
I know his friends call him gappy
We call his friends fa**y's
And his skin disorder causes patches
Thats why his face looks tacky
Leanda and Tiffany were close friends
Ace wifey'd both of them
They're alright but i wouldn't get close to them
Leanda got close to my friend
She was in the ends on weekends
Rolling deep with deep men
And ace needs a skeng
He got beat up by a bushkin in napa
Got took for a slapper
And had to settle his jaw
With the pebbles on the floor
He's not ready for war
Don't think that he's raw
I don't think thats' he raw
We don't think that he's raw
So why does he think that he's raw
Why does he think thats he's raw
Cos he says ya ya ya but na na na
Don't understand fully
This is my playground and i play the bully
I creep up in the hoody
Leaves holes in your wooly and your girls nunny
Test trim how could he
You'll crumble like cookie
Wanna bet we'll take it to the bookie
Its Javan, Trimvan, Taliban, Talli, Trim
Trim-thug, Trimothy, Trimson, Trimal, Trimbal, trim's cool
Don't try it Chris Street's my bit
So don't care if you like it, fight it
Write it down take a picture
Theres no fixture winner stays on