[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