[Hook: Takura] Attack your whole network (x4) This dream is a nightmare to wake you from your sleep [Verse 1: Dream Mclean] You like my old song, not my new song What do you want? Move on, do one I used to be on moves, now I've moved on I used to work at New Look, this is my new job I used to beat girls on my futon, well I still do The only thing that's more Ess**, more ma**ive, more round and appealing to women is a b**b job Hah, and as I look up in the sky I can see the man on the moon looking in my eyes So I sigh, bruv what you looking for, a fight? Pull my arm back then I hook him with the right Ain't done yet, bang him once more then Two landed on him, what'd you call em? Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin (Houston we have a problem) [Hook] [Verse 2] Uh, lyrical k**er Whoops, metaphor dropper, syllable spiller I'll k** you for lunch, I'll k** you for dinner Then I'll eat you for breakfast, I'm a cereal k**er You can't be living around me, I will k** off a liver And k** off your liver like addiction to liquor, n***a Alright, I admit it, I'm bitter, I give up I am better and bigger, I am iller and sicker Call me Jack the Hun, or Attila the Ripper A different mixture, did you get it or didn't ya? Well if you don't get it, I'll get ya Wrap you up like it's the 24th Open you up just like it's the 25th of December Call me Chris Brown, call me Chris Brown You'll be hitting Rihanna notes when them hits land n***a sit down, n***a sit down [Hook] [Verse 3] Breathe heavy on the track, so you're never gonna catch The team we be, terrorists in fact Like them bredders in Iraq, we squeeze the heat when it's been attached To some metal on your back, we're better than your Av-erage so get your cambrics, we set the standards, standard Dream the elected candidate who ran the place While the rest just ran away and I have to say [Hook]