SCOTLAND YARD
[Chorus: Bluukon Tyron & Gleason]
Meet me at the yard (brr, brr)
Know somebody’s gonna get barred
Baseball bat ain’t hard (brr, brr)
Leave your face scarred, better call Scotland Yard
Meet me at the yard (brr, brr)
Lawyer this prick how I get him disbarred
Baseball bat ain’t hard (brr, brr)
Leave your face scarred, better call Scotland Yard
[Verse 1: Gleason]
“Gleason this, Gleason that”. Stop messaging me you asshole!
My raps colder than the corpse of a washed MCEE, yeah my raps gold
I got that Midas middle finger. And they still want me through a ringer
I’ve made more songs than you mainstream pricks- it’s ironic! Cos I ain’t even a singer
Let me school you on the basics, listen up little judge Rinder
I’m swiping on my phone but I ain’t referring to Tinder, nah
[Chorus: Bluukon Tyron & Gleason]
Meet me at the yard (brr, brr)
Know somebody’s gonna get barred
Baseball bat ain’t hard (brr, brr)
Leave your face scarred, better call Scotland Yard
[Verse 2: Gleason]
My nose is bigger than your dick, shut the fuck up or I’ll make you
Stab you with a gardening tool: that’s what I meant when I said “I’ll rake you”
Spin you around centrifugation, when I’m done with this beat, better call fumigation
This rap shit is my nation, I’m the king of this shit, you’re too little like an Asian
(Oh shit- my bad, that was racist)
Too much caffeine got me trapped in the 10th dimension
I ain’t ever performed but they say “Gleason is amazing”
I don’t write songs anymore, bitch I’m just creating
2024 and I’m out here just skating, skewer you with stake that’s what I call clean staking
I got a new album coming soon, it’s in the oven still baking
It’ll be the last one I ever do, that ain’t me faking- Scotland Yard
Meet me at the yard (brr, brr)
Know somebody’s gonna get barred
Baseball bat ain’t hard (brr, brr)
Leave your face scarred, better call Scotland Yard
Meet me at the yard (brr, brr)
Lawyer this prick how I get him disbarred
Baseball bat ain’t hard (brr, brr)
Leave your face scarred, better call Scotland Yard
[Verse 1: Gleason]
“Gleason this, Gleason that”. Stop messaging me you asshole!
My raps colder than the corpse of a washed MCEE, yeah my raps gold
I got that Midas middle finger. And they still want me through a ringer
I’ve made more songs than you mainstream pricks- it’s ironic! Cos I ain’t even a singer
Let me school you on the basics, listen up little judge Rinder
I’m swiping on my phone but I ain’t referring to Tinder, nah
[Chorus: Bluukon Tyron & Gleason]
Meet me at the yard (brr, brr)
Know somebody’s gonna get barred
Baseball bat ain’t hard (brr, brr)
Leave your face scarred, better call Scotland Yard
[Verse 2: Gleason]
My nose is bigger than your dick, shut the fuck up or I’ll make you
Stab you with a gardening tool: that’s what I meant when I said “I’ll rake you”
Spin you around centrifugation, when I’m done with this beat, better call fumigation
This rap shit is my nation, I’m the king of this shit, you’re too little like an Asian
(Oh shit- my bad, that was racist)
Too much caffeine got me trapped in the 10th dimension
I ain’t ever performed but they say “Gleason is amazing”
I don’t write songs anymore, bitch I’m just creating
2024 and I’m out here just skating, skewer you with stake that’s what I call clean staking
I got a new album coming soon, it’s in the oven still baking
It’ll be the last one I ever do, that ain’t me faking- Scotland Yard