First Half

[Intro: Jay0117 & Reepa]
I said Bris' to the world
Cheese and Bread, all that good stuff
Wolves are howling
Uh-uh

[Verse 1: Jay0117]
Yeah, that ain't the team, that's Raider
And two man he sent to the shop
I rate that you turned up, must have been gurned up
But we all know you're taking the loss
Reepa's belling up Red Bull, said he felt dreadful
Then he tried faking a cough
Firing sat in the background, looking all cracked out
Please stop taking the rock
Cool, here's when the body starts
Raider's looking like a StayFresh bodyguard
And I got all of your tings lined up
And they take it in turns just to play with my body parts
Uh-uh
Your team's a five sheet, mine's like lottery money
You man are old school, washed out, wannabe Brummies
I'll put two in your neck and then one in your tummy
[Verse 2: Reepa]
Chatting about Cheese and Bread
Cheese and Bread, you man can get dead
That's dead, go home back to your bed
Sickers boxed you in the head and your top went red
You look like you're on steds
You look like you sit on the park bench
Fam, your team's about to take L
How come these man look like sales?
Clash rules? They must have gone off the rails
Should have clashed Brum or should have clashed Wales
Now they're taking the loss
Bristol, you get the pistol
Look like you've been sniffing on crystal
Got no bars and your team is abysmal
Got no bars like you're- no signal

[Verse 3: Double]
OK
I got thrown off, yo, yo




Fuck about, get clarted, the ting spark



If not, get [?]

If not- yo

[Verse 4: Raider]
Fam, you're a damn shambles
Try murk me, get your plans cancelled
Head get mangled and dangled
You're a little boy but you're getting manhandled
You man think you're gonna win this clash
But your chances are slim like lambs' ankles
If ten man pull up outside in white vans
You'll be like "Damn Daniel!"
I'm a flame, you're a damn candle
I'm way much more than you handle
You look like you smoke food, I came here with bars
But I should have brought crack sample
Bristol pricks'll get pistol whipped
I will gun buck man with the strap handle
Bust your head with a Jack Daniels
How about that, famble?

[Verse 5: Dimpson]
I do dirt and I've done dirt and I move cert
And I move work, chat shit, I'll get your crew hurt
No flexin', I don't do flirts
No dead tings, I don't do skirts
D-I-M on the track, yeah, I do murk
Chat shit and I'm drew to get you cut
Man are like "Yo D, I got a loose nut"
Flow so nasty just like a loose slut
No space in the scene, so I tell these boys move up
Dressed in all white looking like Ku Klux
Can't even tell D-I about do drugs
I was out there in the pouring rain
Trying to get my stack, I can straight do stuff
Late nights there in the trap with Mazza
Man chat shit, get hit with the spazza
Lineup- G, I call that Anna
[Verse 6: Firing]
I don't know why you came Red Bull
Your bars, your flow's so terrible
Cross the line, it will be horrible
You're not incredible
Born
Why are you born?
Oi
What? What?
I don't want hear no crud
'Cuh after this, your life won't be no good
Don't talk like you don't bleed no blood
When Sickers bumped you, you was bleeding blood
Send you back to Bristol, beaten up
Try me, bro, you won't be breathing good
I will put you deep in mud
Get sent to Jesus, you really should
Dickhead

Second Half

[Verse 7: Jay0117]
Ha ha
Let's all laugh at the StayFresh 'roid freak
You mix crack and protein, so when you go gym
You can get gains and avoid sleep
Ha, quick and destroy Reeps
Turn up six man deep when the boy sleeps
Alright Firing, what ya firing?
Tell by the way that you're stood, you're a moist geek, and
WV make dough
W, WV take Ls
Wolves in the prem? Huh? You're regulated
Raider's flow, that's very basic
And you man are lost, lemme demonstrate it
Send man to the sky, levitate it
Reepa's wife on a dead ting
Just for the clash, might smash and penetrate it

[Verse 8: Reepa]
Should've never come to the war
Should've never stepped outside your door
'Bout to leave with all your team bleeding
Six feet deep, all under floor
Heard your bars, and your bars dem are poor
When I finish, you will want it no more
I'm gonna stick them with the lyrics of course
And when I'm coming, when I'm coming with the force
Listen, your captain brought you on a suicide mission
Warned you, don't say that I didn't
Go home and regret your decision
Step to the pack
Man take L, get sent to the pack
Look like you've got your nose in a pack
Still roll with the pack

[Verse 9: Double]
Jeepers creepers, these geezers
Flipping eediats, serious, spin Reaper
Ten toes, ballerina-
OK (reading off his phone, you know)
Oi, fuck that, fuck that
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
You might catch me in the gash round the back of a dance
With a glass of the champ, big zoot full of dank
When I lit that spliff, gonna stink till it stank
[?], know that it's dank
Heard what I said, that's when you know that it's dank
Eyes red like I got nanked with a nank
Eyes on my head, draw for the migraine skank
Like rah, [?]
[?] arch up her back
Launch an attack, gully creep, out and-a bad
Trust me, you mad, dem man couldn't understand
Dem man are daft, stood there stiff like a plank
Intelligent, so much gash, not a prank, like
I don't know about any of you man, but
But I know that I'm in with a chance, like

[Verse 10: Raider]
Listen, this one's musical slaughter
Somebody better do a funeral for ya
If you listen to this prick's music
Then my bars ain't suitable for ya
You must be taking the piss with those shit bars
Blud, you're a cubicle talker
If you're talking gas then you can get nailed
Like I done your cuticles for ya
'Cause I'm on big man tings
Take heads off, yeah I'm on wigs man tings
Grime-a-Side, and man are gonna get skied
Yeah, Red Bull's really gonna give man wings
Fuck Cheese and Bread
Four-course meal when my team gets fed
You thought you were coming here for the victory
But you're gonna rest in peace instead, dead

[Verse 11: Dimpson]
I got tech yeah, and I got flow
Talk my name and you better lay low
Wolverhampton-
Oi, fuck this, let me do that again
I got tech yeah, and I got flow
Talk my name and you better low
WV, they take Ls all-
Oi, fuck's sake
And I got
Raider where did you find these youts though?
Why did you bring them to Red Bull Studio?
Firing? You ain't firing shit
You're a wasted-, expiring quick
Your girlfriend is the dirtiest sket in Wolverhampton
She's firing dick
Might as well-

[Verse 12: Firing]
Waste
Ain't got nothing on your waste
You're a sideman, you're just a waste
You coming here was a waste
Money for your petrol was just a waste
You ain't got arms like you're wearing a waist
These man are gonna have to watch you and waste
Nine months inside of your mum was a waste
Red Bull hollering you was a waste
You man living your life is a waste
Recycled, still move waste
Yo
The space you've taken on Earth is a waste
The dough you spent on Boomkat was a waste
You're Bristol's biggest waste

[Outro: Jay0117 & Firing]
Jesus
Bristol to the world
Red Bull Grime-a-Side
WV, WV, WV
Vote Bristol
Wolves are howling
Yes
Shook, shookers
Bristol, Bristol, Bristol, yes