[Verse 1: Skepta]
Hmm, wow, yeah...always ready
The black Nigerian's way too heavy
Every time I open my mouth blud
I say a lyric and another MC gets buried
Yeah 6 feet under
Leave a hole in your jumper
When the big skeng rings out like a private number
Ring ring, talk to the answer machine
Yo, Frisco, pass the machine
I just wanna do my part for the scene
I'm a big man but they wanna see me act like I'm 15
Nah fam it's a big man ting so please stop watching the whip man's in
I don't wanna be no funky house DJ
But they got me on a weak man ting

[Hook: Wiley]
You can't threaten me with no badman talk I'm not scared sorry man
You can't threaten me with no badman talk I'm not scared sorry man
You can't threaten me with no badman talk I'm not scared sorry man
I swing so much now I don't give a monkeys
Swing from tree to tree just like monkeys

[Verse 2: Skepta]
So man wanna war me, record me
Lights, camera, action
Who produces anthem after anthem? (Me)
Skepta, The Microphone Champion
Some people can't see that you will never win a lyrical war with me
So I'm gonna call this one Lord of the Mics Part 3
And murder another 25 MCs
So dig me a larger grave
Spray my ting like aftershave
It's gonna be a par today
When your heartbeat stops and you pass away
Trust me it's all easy to me
I'm champagne, you're Lambrini to me
Dunno why you're talking greazy to me
When I'm Rodney Price, you're Beenie to me
[Hook: Wiley]
You can't threaten me with no badman talk I'm not scared sorry man
You can't threaten me with no badman talk I'm not scared sorry man
You can't threaten me with no badman talk I'm not scared sorry man
I swing so much now I don't give a monkeys
Swing from tree to tree just like monkeys

[Verse 3: Skepta]
They wanna run it up
But like Armour said, "It's nothing, leave them"
Bare skeng talk, I can't believe them
Red and white R6 I'll leave them
Ed Hardy glasses, I can't see them
So why you talking like you can't die
One bullet in each lung, breath then
You see you're sounding wheezy
And I heard your CD
You and your mandem are talking greazy
I just tell a man like D-E-E
Come on, come on!
Do you really think I give two shits if you're greazy?
I don't think so
You man ain't seen greazy yet
All my mandem pop it off
You're my reward flight into the sky like easyJet
[Hook: Wiley]
You can't threaten me with no badman talk I'm not scared sorry man
You can't threaten me with no badman talk I'm not scared sorry man
You can't threaten me with no badman talk I'm not scared sorry man
I swing so much now I don't give a monkeys
Swing from tree to tree just like monkeys