[Section 1]
Money maker, money earner, bun it down like bunsen burner
Man’ll get smacked like Tina Turner, don’t try it on me I’m a quick learner
And I know who's genuine, I go further, pon de mic I spit murder
Many heard of Harold Shot-a-lot, Uncontrollablez bring that merch, er, wot?
You don’t know about me? Who? U to the N to the C
Uncontrollablez got the key to hold down the parties in DnB
My lyrical bayonet is what them swag MCs fear, say my name one time and man will dead your career
Shotta boy the lyrical menace, murking the mic from here to Venice
One of the first in this like genesis, don’t get it twist
Coming up quick that’s why you’re pissed, see my name on the top 10 list
No diss to the man who can’t chat like this, don’t take it to heart, don’t slit your wrist
Big in this ting like Crissy Criss, should’ve been signed to Chrysalis
Poppin Chris, and this missile is a sign to murk anyone dissing this
Blink, while I’m ripping this, think, don’t be missing this
Murder the riddim, more I give em, ladies go and take a sip of this
See I can do the grime ting born out of the hip-hop
Now in the Drum and Bass, Shotta make some licks drop
Energizer, Duracell, I’m charging man but I’m doing well
You can tell I’m front line, taking out the infidel
You’re infertile, I’m infrared, I’ve got it on lock, allow my street cred
Man wanna diss me, allow what he said, Uncontrolablez run that red
But they, check the internet thread, I’ll blaze, about to break bread
I’ll spray you in the face while you’re dreading, me and my mandem getting ahead
Giddy-up, Giddy-up, try keep up. You’re just a storm in that teacup
I can’t hear you so speak up, you’re a chicken fill in a tikka
It’s Shotta on that creep up, they’re trying but they can’t keep up
Next to me, and man are like "ease up", change your locks, you better get a new key cut
I’m here to change rules, laughing at you lame fools
Spitting when the sun shines, spitting when the rain falls
Call me 'tongue lasher', souls on it like my boy Usher
What dem ah call me? Boom yata asha [?]
[Section 2]
2 double-o, 2 double double double oh 8, I’m the one that they rate
This year man are gonna double the papes, it’s Uncontrollablez big mixtapes
2 double-o, 2 double double double oh 8, we’re the ones that they rate
This year man are gonna double the papes, Uncontrolablez mixtapes
Here for the love, ready for the hate, manaman ah kill there, manaman are bait
No don’t chat about me, manaman are late, man up in the manor base, no man are grateful, straight
Don’t be getting irate, you can’t control my fate, I’m that boy they want for pirate, violate, agitate
Shotta rolls with rough stuff, then magistrates, decapitate
[?] for that gaffer tape, you ain’t no dapper mate
Strap him up, slap his mate, serving up a new acetate
I don’t run with no featherweights, only run with heavyweights, so
Come off it, come off it, you’re spitting that same old topic
Come off it, you can’t drop it how we drop it, brap, fuck it
I’ll rip the arm out your socket, you boy you want fi top top it?
But you can’t top or top it, fucking with the Shotta, let’s stop it
You’re better than me? Come off it
Your flow is prehistoric, walk on by and make it easy, [?] yourself like we are [?]
We fire rockets so many combos they can’t block it, so many combos they can’t lock it but, yo yo yo...
You might get punched in the face, you might get kicked in the mouth
You might get licked on the chin for messing round with that dirty south
U, N, C, Z
Lyrical lyrical gatling straight to your head
My lyrical bayonet is what them swag MCs fear say my name one time and man will dead your career

[Section 3]
Don’t you understand then move over, Uncontrolablez take over
You should get a make-over, drum and bass Jehovah
Shotta’s here, wait’s over, heavy drunk, heavy sober
Banging the bars, you're biting like Dober, man’ll get [?] like king cobra
Giant lyrically like an ogre, meditate, busting yoga
Mixing brandy with a soda, I’m a teacher like Yoda
So many bars up in the folder, it’s colder, Uncontrolablez soldier, mould ya, supernova, I told ya venom I spray will scold ya
Bars, it’s all abut bars, hot chicks and fancy cars
Do your own ting and don’t watch ours, Uncontrolablez red like mars
Bars, it’s all abut bars, hot chicks and fancy cars
Do your own ting and don’t watch ours, Uncontrolablez red like mars
Bars bars everyday, I’m even writing on holiday
I got more bars than Holloway, what the hell have you gotta say?
Bars bars all the time, can’t stop the Shotta from doing lines
Can’t stop the Shotta from doing crimes, 2 double-o 8 i’m doing fine
Friend or foe, you choose, I’m ready to clash, [?]
Try to get rude, get yammed like food, make the wrong move
Friend or foe decide, be a man don’t run and hide
Didn’t wanna touch mic, alright, said he was the best but he lied
Liar liar, you’re not bringing any fire, what you know about the Shotta, Skibba, Funsta and the [?]
Liar liar, we have ah laid dem to rest, too many boy are fake like silicone breasts
Dem boy they like silicone, spitting with a silly tone
Don’t be silly, like my cheesed up ringtone, I’m in the zone
Certain boy they moan and groan, they spitting like home alone
Macauley Caulkin on the phone, dem boy there ain’t in my zone
Homegrown lyricist, hotshot with a cinnamon twist
Step on the riddim with a badboy track, now too many man you know they get pissed
When I’m on the mic they say I’m [?] when I make more paper than Jay-Z
You hating on Shotta? Bredrin you’re crazy
[Section 4]
What dem ah call a Stegosaur? Stegosaur is a metaphor
MCs that were never raw because lyrically I’m a carnivore
T-Rex, when I flex on two decks, bang the boy out with the arm suplex
All about dough it’s all about reflex, I get respect, now lose vex
You been in the scene a long time, you’re lucky you’re not on time
I catch you on rap or grime, you think dem boy with a strong rhyme
Here debating online, was on his ting but now they’re on mine
Shotta this, Shotta that, Shotta boys fine, [?] at Shotta, I don’t mind
Uncontrolablez on the grind, keep up don’t get left behind
See me in a magazine like Rewind, I’m known for darking up the B line
I’ve been signed, not in a crime, work with the yout’s with a positive mind
When I’m on the riddim I’m clear, you’re blind, I’ve got the intro you will find
U N C Z, lyrical lyrical gatling straight to your head
U N C Z, lyrical lyrical gatling straight to your head
That’s how we be like [?] in this, drum and bass mixtape king
Hold your crucifix up, man will jab it in your skin
Vampire, no response from the living dead
Preying on these MCs who suck like they’re giving head
I ain’t giving cred to these MCs, I’m seeing red
Ravers go and dance and say they should be booking me instead
They said I couldn’t hold it on my own
I done enough sets and me won on the microphone, SHOTTA