Chorus: (Skepta & Jammer)

Draw for the tool
Go on then, go on then
Think I’m a fool
Go on then, go on then
Draw for the mash
Go on then, go on then
Still wanna clash
Go on then, go on then, go on then
Wasteman!
Psycho!
Wanna clash man then you better be [?]
Pussyole just cycle
Might get mad and draw for the [?]

Verse 1: (Jammer)

I’m a big man but I’m not thirty
Yeah, watch me get dirty
Murkle man, watch me get murky
Heat man up, roast man like turkey
And I take the [?]
Even the big black [?] can’t hurt me
Told you before that my styles too murky
And if you text me then you’re gonna need surgery
Cos I’ll draw for the .44
Blud [?] your jaw down the corridor
You know my jaw
Cos you’ve seen me on the DVD before
Manaman said don’t think you’re raw
Blud [?] your jaw down the corridor
Man get dipped in the jaw
It’s the murkle man, you know the score
Chorus: (Skepta & Jammer)

Draw for the tool
Go on then, go on then
Think I’m a fool
Go on then, go on then
Draw for the mash
Go on then, go on then
Still wanna clash
Go on then, go on then, go on then
Wasteman!
Psycho!
Wanna clash man then you better be [?]
Pussyole just cycle
Might get mad and draw for the [?]

Verse 2: (Skepta)

Go on then, go on then, go on then
Draw for the Bucky
Make a man transform into a duppy
Won’t bring a Bucky if the Bucky ain’t mucky
The machete will leave your t shirt dutty
Make your belly look like a box of Kentucky
Might just lose your left eye if you’re lucky
Have the nurse start sewing up your face like chucky
Go on then draw for the Bucky
Who else [?]
The battyboy got facety
True we caught man slipping in Sainsbury’s
I’m a big man but I’m not eighty
Roll to the war like a soldier from the Kuwaiti
That’s how I’m going on lately
Draw the grey ting, bullets sing like Maisie
I’ll make a shower face look like Stacey
That’s how I’m going on lately
Chorus: (Skepta & Jammer)

Draw for the tool
Go on then, go on then
Think I’m a fool
Go on then, go on then
Draw for the mash
Go on then, go on then
Still wanna clash
Go on then, go on then, go on then
Wasteman!
Psycho!
Wanna clash man then you better be [?]
Pussyole just cycle
Might get mad and draw for the [?]

Verse 3: (Skepta & Jammer)

Know yourself when you’re not in the booth
When I touch mic I only speak truth
Run when you hear the dogs go woof woof
Don’t care if you’re a twelve year old youth
Go on then, go on then, jump on the roof
When you come down your head will get oof
Blud you’ll be missing more than one tooth
You’ll be missing your whole set of teeth
Wanna run up your mouth, then I’m that beast
Go to the ends and get my piece
Load up the mash now I’m ready for the beef
Bullets are [?] mash just like teeth
Okay then you wanna start some beef
Go to the ends and get my piece
Double already told you you’re at East
You’re a wasteman, you ain’t on no beef
Chorus: (Jammer & Skepta)

Draw for the tool
Go on then, go on then
Think I’m a fool
Go on then, go on then
Draw for the mash
Go on then, go on then
Still wanna clash
Go on then, go on then, go on then
Wasteman!
Psycho!
Wanna clash man then you better be [?]
Pussyole just cycle
Might get mad and draw for the, draw for the
Draw for the tool
Go on then, go on then
Think I’m a fool
Go on then, go on then
Draw for the mash
Go on then, go on then
Still wanna clash
Go on then, go on then, go on then
Wasteman!
Psycho!
Wanna clash man then you better be [?]
Pussyole just cycle
Might get mad and draw for the [?]


Outro: (Jammer)

Go on then, go on then!
That’s how it’s going down
2005
Diver
Skepta and Jammer