Spookfest (Explicit)

Random ones

Start spraying off bars random ones

If you listen up close inna my lyrics

You'll hear pars like ones random

Nah we can't work in tandem ones tandem

Kidnap the game on a ransom one

Come to your yard ransom ones

Slap man at his door spank some ones

Ugly this ain't handsome son

Everyting's loaded you'll get folded I'm loaded

Don't act up I'll hand you son

Or I can do it old school and land you one

Before you've blinked I've banged you one

A good nights sleep I'll hand you one

That p**sy'ole said that he don't like me

Don't watch that I can't stand you son

I'm sick

I used to be on foot on the strip

But that's not the lick so man copped a whip

Part cash and part plastic

Now feds wanna search my sh*t

Like 99 problems b**ch

But that's not the lick so I give them lip truss

You can't take JME for a prick

I'm hustling like Tip and Chip

I used to move bits in the bits

But that's not the lick so I fixed up quick sick

Now I pick up the mic and speak

I make capital Gs like Eric Schmidt what

I will never lyrically slip

'Cause that's not the lick

Man are making hits

The day I die is the day I quit safe

I'm lighting them up and I'm bunning them out

Rolling them up and I'm bunning them down to the roach

School his whole team just like a coach

Been around the world I've been coast to coast

And yeah I'm on this more than most

Lick a man down and propose a toast

I've got the styles and p's I'm a ghost

Then then then

I come back with a banger that's nanger

Man are gonna get left on a hanger

He's gonna get left on the line to dry

I've been drying him out

Just like w**d I've been drying him out

And his girl I've been eyeing her out

Like a new flavour I'll be trying her out

When I put her in the grind and grind her out

Man wanna hate me

'Cause I do it bigger than big

I do it big I do it BIG

Girls wanna rate me and wanna date me

See my video on MTV

Going on shady going in lately

Boy better know 'til I DIE

Man try violate me

Man will get duppied like violently

I don't wanna hear no more talk

Man are eating great no knife and fork

But the grime

I don't know what they thought

Them man are popstar like champagne cork

I will pop stars just like champagne cork

Body outlined in chalk

Hand on the Bible lie in court

No talk to the pigs

No bacon talk

My career's got so many bidders

'Cause I cut more paper than a pair of scissors

How you gonna come against a team full of winners

With a flow that's way more amateur they're beginners

I never use the n word but you know what today

I really ain't f**king around with these niggas

Olympics is over but I would still bang

And watch them go dive like synchronised swimmers

This kid's sick

What's in his hand would lift your car in the air

Like machines in Kwik Fit

I keep telling them mind your bloody mouth

Or a bloody mouth will make you look like you wear lipstick

My punchlines hit like a plastic surgeon

No botox still leave you with big lips

I'm artistic

With bars I can spoil your whole life

And let you relate to a rich kid

Man wanna run off your mouth online

Arm lock man make a big man cry

Run up in the yard 3D man's wife

DDT man's child

Spit so deep that I'm bringing up bile

Ain't gave a man a dead leg in a while

When I'm gone it's a ting

Man better jet off

Before man let off

Hop out the whip burst man's head off

Burst the ting like a wheelie

Before that they were talking greazy

Stevie

Eyes closed when you see me

I go blunkett

Blind on the beat I go blunkett

Blind on the beat I go blunkett

Sleeeeeeeeew