[Intro: Joey Clipstar]
Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyles
Now, my guy Taze is here
For a HB Freestyle
Im excited about this one, so i dont even wanna talk to much
I juss wanna get into it, so lets get into it

[Verse 1: Taze]
Sav too mad, just sav them, run, ketchup them man then grab them
Temper tantrums, mans on action, rude boy better not mad them
Do the mash to the fraction, chatting with bros, you rob or 'ttached them
Brownin' callin' me brown and handsome, I won't even give a reaction
Try run up and turn wicked, well known midget, flip mans pivot
You rap the life but don't live it, yes, I did it, wish I could bill it
And let me state some facts
I did hop off the bike and swing for hats
I'm over-gassed
Hit yard, I was over-frassed
All man save cans for piece of trash
Garbage, garbage
Boy try run up and got tarnished, carnished, these time I wasn't a artist
Hardest, and I was vex when I got him in his neck
But these time I swang where his heart his, and I still gotta chase this cheque
Cause these times I looking at markets, markets
Hate the gang that just crafters, Crassus
Talk the talk but won't work it
Who hop out and try bark it? Who got caught by Deptford market?
Go over there and chance it
That's hop out the whip, not park it
I didn't get this for free, I grafted
I love when they call me a artist
Cah when I back my shit, it's like rahted
Look, when I back my shit, it's like rahted, rahted
Thought I'm quit, I'm like rahted, rahted
Man came back and just charted
Look, man came back and just charted, charted
Who put holes in them bastards, bastards?
Officer, I'm a artist
Chestshot, see a man departed
Shut down Leicester, Brum, Liverpool, Mansu
Shut down Cardiff
And I ducked down so many opps, now I'm tryna work out who the fastest
And I love a jiggle on my light skin ting, and my brownies ass, the largest
Fattest, fattest, fattest
If you hold this wap, I don't care what no one says
Baby girl, you're the baddest
Back that, see the whole of them vanish
Fat back and she's chatting in Spanish
Bu-dum-bu-dum-bum, jeet and damage
Bu-dum-bu-dum-bum, jeet and vanish
I ain't even gotta get manners, still got rocks in the T, no lavish
That's rocks in the T, not seaside
He got a chestshot, then he got revived
I got nicked, NFA not re-tried
On sight anyting from B-Side
Lewisham, Southwark and then Bricky, Bricky
Back my sutin', Imma get silly
If you back your sutin', but don't miss me, miss me
Step over there, I'm risky
Jeepers, Creepers, grease and put slugs in beaters
Sneeze and put slugs in eediots
Got [?] one in his t-shirt
Head, chest, back or belly
Murder On My Mind like Melly
I never got a face shot like Nelly
Roland, just got a call from Kelly, Kelly
And the opps dem know about pain
How much have them got got down Pain Street
Backroad or them main streets
They dashed but I can't change neeks
Heads and Shoulders, not no shampoo, I'm tryna change neeks
They dashed but I can't blame neeks
They dashed but I can't (Whsshh!)
[Outro: Joey Clipstar]
Fumez The Engineer
Mad, mad mad mad mad
Taze, Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyles
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But until then, we're gone