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shotgunbullets_ lyrics by Bexblu

Verse 1: Jme
Think you’re a badman to the fullest
‘Cause you got a couple of shotbun gullets?
Don’t run it up and make me get dark
‘Cause I will chief you up in the par cark
Tell your girlfriend to leave me alone
Stop ringing my phobile moan
Serious, it’s getting on top
Jeez, can’t even shop to the bops
I’m slim but I ain’t got anorexia
I spit like I’ve got dyslexia
You don’t want to make me get vex
Or you’ll find out about my Tourette’s (Tourette’s, Tourette’s)
Boy Better Know

Don’t mess with Skepta, my bro
My family, Joseph Junior
My name’s Jamie Adenug-
Shut yo mouth
Dickhead, wasteman, pomplex
I don’t know what you’re thinking
But it’s not a me-and-you-spitting-in-the-same-room flex
When I enter, you exit, cah
You said shit ‘bout me and Skepta
See, now shit can’t be perfect, cah
You let the situation get complex
Shut yo mouth
Dickhead, wasteman, pomplex
I don’t know what you’re thinking
But it’s not a me-and-you-spitting-in-the-same-room flex
When I enter, you exit, cah
You said shit ‘bout me and Skepta
See, now shit can’t be perfect, cah
You let the situation get

Verse 2: Skepta
Oi Skepta, ‘why you murking so many MC’s?’
That’s the word on the road
I know man that are inside my postcode
Then we smoke two zoots
And go into devilish mode
Come around shoot man in the jaw
Then skid around the corner like Yoshi and Toad
So for your own good, trust me
You don’t wanna see the mandem on the road

Oi Skepta, ‘why you murking so many MC’s?’
That’s the word on the road
I know shawan here in my postcode
Then we smoke two zoots
And go into devilish mode
Come around shoot man in the jaw
Then skid around the corner like Yoshi and Toad
So for your own good, trust me
You don’t wanna see me on your road

Anytime you see me wearing a glove
Boy Better Know I got the gun in my boxers
I don’t wanna send an MC to the doctors
I just wanna win a MOBO
Then go for the Oscars
There’s only one Skepta so I
Gotta lick down any imposters
Lick off ya head like Guiness and Fosters
Can’t take shawan for Pocahontas

You don’t wanna see me on the scene
Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream
Bare mashman want me on their team
Cos they know from I lick shots
Heads are coming off clean
I’ll put a bullet in your bean
Bullet in your canerow, bullet in your lean
Put on the safety and switch off the beam
Wipe your blood off my Techno-