[Intro]
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, I roll general
I've been eating up so many MCs I need to mind my cholesterol

[Chorus] x8
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, I roll general

[Verse 1]
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, I roll general
The way I'm writing
Rotten, they don't like him
Say they're gonna try and stop him but I'll never fall
Be sensible
If there's beef, go get a fork
But you eat with my hands
On the road, I'm rolling six deep with gang
Bredders don't wanna eat you, me too
But I'll still digest a few, vegetable
I'm on taking the shine, you weren't meant to ball
You can't attack me bellow the fence at all
That's stupid, for the loose lips
Make a hole [?] in your beats like Rude Kid, true shit
I'm making more noise than a festival
You think you're big but I ain't impressed at all
It's like grime MCs don't wanna work hard
Me? Nah, I ain't got no time to rest at all

[Chorus] x4
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, I roll general

[Verse 2]
Call my name on a set and it can get technical
Big dogs, I won't pet to call
Take the leash off, tell 'em to get the food
Then after the bluff, forget collectables
If you didn't know, I'm bound to blow
Like putting a flame right next to the petrol
I'm after the emeralds, gotta get the jewels
You're big balling, I'll give your neck a ball
Sending for me ain't acceptable
I go sick, I shot the whole clique
Ask Voltage, when I'm on set, it's electrical
The girl's smart, enter the jet for the star
I bet you ain't seen a head bubble
I'm dying to bust like I ain't had sex at all
You're not straight, you're bisexual
Dun know I burst eight when I get the tool

[Chorus] x4
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, I roll general

[Verse 3]
I've been eating up so many MCs lately
I need to mind my cholesterol
My fans knew me as Young Dot
But now it's Dot Rotten
I'm gonna need to correct them all
I got twenty one pages of friends requests
It's upsetting because I don't accept 'em all
Don't push me, best MC? Yeah, I could be
Straight from the South West hood, g
They ain't man enough to clash me
Actually, pussy hole, you ain't got no testicles
I roll with the best of all that licks heads off a shoulder's
But afar from a [?]
Little students better get to school
They can't pass the test, don't test at all
Record labels haven't identified me
Because I'm moving extraterrestrial

[Chorus] x8
I'm a professional
Straps on a shoulder, I roll general