[Intro]
Oi
Burst, Burst
Are you mad?

[Verse]
X on the mic, it's fine, I'm here
Still on the wave like Brighton Pier
Pricks wanna clash, say the time and where
We can have it out like time and where
Someone tell the pussyhole life ain't fair
I was in Oldham holding
Watching a cat ODing off white and gear
Man wanna act off pride and fear
You don't wanna see me go blind in here
Man don't wanna see me start wiling out
Can't tell me about signing out
Content's shitty, your timing's out
Indi-Rs put your life in doubt
I wanna say man was a pussyhole
Spyro, jack up the ting like Simon Cowell
Best in North when I'm in South
Yeah, still cold like winter
Still fuck your gyal, I'm still ginger
Bros got swipes, I don't mean Tinder
It's not an AC ting man's into
These gyal wanna Chinese whisper
I'll just get 'em knocked out by my sister
XP, that permanent fixture
Man'll know about karma when it hits ya
Oi, send me a Rizla
How's man tryna talk greaze on Insta?
Punch up man till man get the picture
I'm off the mark and the wall and the Richter
Big Cognac, no mixer
And I can't snort [?] like Krishna
'Member they have nought in the fridge
Still wanna sell myself for a listener
Head to the back
Like "what's going on?"
[?]
For you man to realise what's going on
He's got a line for the buds and the way it's coming off
Like everyone don't know what's going on
But right before it's going off
Man saw ten guys like "what's going on?"
Fam, what you thinking, bro?
Clash is peak if my skin's involved
MC pricks say they're gonna buss
They only buss when they're linking hoes
Didn't want to ask for a bring-in, no
Still I'm on a stage show ting with pros
Lick off a wasteman's head with the flow
He's getting emosh but it's business, though
Christmas ain't never been this cold
I had listeners when me and Fizz was
In Seven SIsters twisting cro
When I'm on track, it's Olympic gold
Your gyal and your mum and your sisters know
Irish but I'm English though
Ain't got skeeze but I'm mixing snow
And there's nuttin' like rinsing dough, Burst