[Verse 1: Milkavelli]
616 Gang
I’m speedballing out of pure boredom
I’m with three man, low down like we the four horsemen
Two litre, I'mma pour four in
But that ain’t enough for me
I pour four more in
I eat big, you got a small portion
You’re all talking shit but that’s all talking
So put your money where your mouth is
I got the 18-carat grills
No George Foreman
Holy bible hollow with some sins in it
Tick tick, all of a sudden all of my ‘scripts finish
You know I’m nice when my skin itches
Drug afflicted English punk like Sid Vicious
So girl, suck my sex pistol
I'm tryna hear about your friend’s issues (I really care)
Stop acting soggy like a wet tissue
Cause I ain’t trying to fucking french kiss you - shit
You silly girl, don’t take me for Kermit
616, I’m painting that Damien Hirst shit
I’m just tryna take an excursion
On my telly ship from kids[?], I only ride planes if they’re virgins
B.O.B spreading like aids, that’s for certain
You think I’m weird? Well I’m stranger in person
Alien version
You know the status, roll with skaters
Holding razors that’ll open your face like a curtain
It may be disturbing
Pain is love but it’s a no love thing and that pain will be hurtin’
61-6 in the Mercedes, we swerving
Benzo boy like I’m made by the Germans

[Hook x2]
Tick tick, tick tick boom!
Tick tick suck my fucking dick bitch 2

[Verse 2: Trellion]
Yo, suck my fucking dick bitch, part deux
Suck my fucking dick bitch, harder
Why’d you pull it out? You just started
I'mma finish in your mouth bitch, regardless
I’m swegging on ‘em like it's second nature
I’m stepping on ‘em like an escalator
Devil Gang, yeah, we stay sinnin’
We got love for bitches but we hate women (sike)
Every morning I commute to Bromley (why?)
Just to scoop your mumsy in a Gucci onesie (oh)
Being second best; they accuse me wrongly
Two words to describe the kid, stupid honkey
White boy getting money now
It’s funny how now everybody wanna dumb it down (wow)
I’ve been ignorant since infant school
And I ain’t changed one bit, now ignorance is cool?
Well I'mma keep doing me, kidda
For a sack of blue cheese and some free liquor (tell’em)
Yeah I got three sisters (but what?)
But that ain’t gonna change how I treat bitches
Disagree, you get sparked out
Got an ounce of coke, let’s do half now
Amount of times I nearly died? Shit, I can’t count
I might look like the Count but I can’t count
My rap style’s AIDS-ridden (the good type)
I’m in the Range getting brain in it
You’re about as fly as a clay pigeon
I’m the reason there’s a plane missing (sorry)

[Hook x2]
Tick tick, tick tick boom!
Tick tick suck my fucking dick bitch 2

[Verse 3: Lee Scott]
Took a posh bird to the crack spot
Fuck a long word, I’m the man, what?
We live life like there’s no dues left to pay
(I don’t see nothing wrong) with a little meth and yay
Yay, all me troubles went away, aye
When I’m comin' up it’s goin' down, like the Electric Brae
Stay schemin' while you’re daydreamin' of a better day
Think of somethin' dead clever, that’s what I was meant to say
I’m the opposite of precocious
Hunched over like osteoporosis when I wrote this
Stupid genius, you're a strugglin' sixth former[?]
I turn your wife material into a dick warmer
On the Old J for the whole day while you sip water
I’m innocent like OJ - no way
Smell the chicken lo mein cologne mayne
I slick my white trash mullet back with propane
And chew a cigar like the Man with No Name
Towin' a stolen car with a dookie-rope chain
In a rusty truck runnin' on booze and cocaine
Shameless, breakin' down in me own lane
There isn’t a benefit I won’t claim
Smashed doing the shmoney dance on Soul Train
No pain, just gain
Who you speaking to?
I’m electrifyin' like a people’s elbow on a Pikachu
We're not the same, me and you, I’m on some other shit
Lovin' the shit
Your motherfuckin’ mother’s sucking my dick

[Hook x2]
Tick tick, tick tick boom!
Tick tick, suck my fuckin' dick bitch 2