[Verse 1: SK]
Boom, SK I don't tolerate verbal
I make opps jump fence like hurdles
Ting in the back hold chills like turtles
Beat that skeng but it still ain't fertile
Get bands and invest in wappers
No disclaimer we ain't just rappers
It's Willesden the home of bangers
Beef ain't cheap these sweets for hammers
Step outside and protect your chest
Fed up 'cause the opps ran from Dep
You don't wanna see them 'peds get revved
Grip ass shanks try leave corn friends
Bally up they still know my face
Got gyally on me best know her place
Opps love run like Olympic race
Them man dash to avoid the front page

[Verse 2: T.Scam]
Everybody got packs 'til I step in the room
Like, where's all the rasclart food
Satan's sons, devilish goons
Sweep man up when I back that broom
J caught a body he'll be home soon
Gyal, brown and bad she too rude
She jus' warn' cat for TY and the goons
I tell her "Bake off and hold this food"
When I pull up and skrr
Bro asked if I brought the ting I'm like duh
Them man some nerds
When I backed my blade they all dashed in a herd
They all dashed in a group
Me and SK two violent troops
Boom off the door like I'm coming for the loot
And no one move, 'cah I'm too loose, I just might shoot
[Verse 3: SK]
I love this beef but I must get bands
I warn' make love don't drop your pants
Blades out I ain't tryna throw no hands
Ride out kitchen, swords and ramz
Swords just splash don't let man dash
Man doses cats distribute in packs
Paigon link up, link up with T.Scam
They ain't like we 'cah they ain't that bad
Shh got caught and he weren't on war
Don't trust me you can never be sure
Stab him really tryna turn man corpse
Put a knife on my back and your rass gets bored
Aim up stop tryna aim for leggys
Pull out know that his aim is belly
Jelly all specy
Dashed like he did it already
Done try put him on telly

[Verse 4: T.Scam]
Man said he got packs
There weren't no grub when I ran up in traps
Click-clack bow aim at his hat
Then link that drill [?] hat
Try slap it off, hit then it slapped
The ting did jam don't step with blanks
I walk with my ramz
Go on then back out your knife bad boy
Go on then back out your knife bad man
Let me change it back out my shank and rage in
Devilish goons, son of Satan
Twenty two inch, twenty two skating
Opp block no remorse for a paigon
Back it on sight I ain't waiting
Me and SK that's Freddy and Jason
Them man there are some athletes
'Cah them man there love racing
Let me switch it again, back out my ramz and shh done tens
Backed it out and he ran with his friends
Them man are washed, them man are some gems
Got a brown ting from East she way too peng
She way too peng
Got a brown ting from East she way too peng
She way too peng
[Verse 5: SK]
Done trap not motives
'Cause I love this bread like hovites
Uh, trap more stay focused
'Cah that's packs and a big fat shank that I'm holding
Trap fit I'm active don't ever think that I'll settle my badness
K so savage, do him and vanish
D-d-d ching, dash, tragic
T-Man fresh home, Reflex that's bro
So for bro, I back the smoke
Social with the opps can get your clart soaked
From me to bro that's chest and throat
Chef man down with the dagger, wobbly stagger, none of them boys ain't badder
True they didn't want no passer, they jus' done chatter
Verbal abuse then dash off

[Verse 6: T.Scam]
Jump out gang, splash up these neeks
That was nearly my [?] through your teeth
School days, punching up G's
Now it's hop off put blades through T's
Now it's hop off put blades through tops
How many man have dashed on their block?
Big shank on my waist then you know you're getting rocked
Ching man down he was screaming out stop
Backed my blade and I pushed that deep in
Done lurked 'round there for no reason
Ching, ching man down left him leaking
When we ride out, I swear I love the feeling
When we ride out I swear I get gassed
Jump off bikes who's tryna get splashed?
Girls say I'm trash, he was talking wass 'til his face got slashed
[Verse 7: SK]
Look, I ain't really into this rap ting
Late night or broad day do shankings
Dig it, pull out, put it straight back in
Dettol clean, man don't dash it
Opps said I'm way too gassed that's facts
Whiz up the 12's, park it and splash
They spend all of there P's on fash'
Bro step out the ride Air Max and a mash