Yeah, yo Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Check one-two-one man skitzed again Dickhead you and a dickhead crew Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends It's like dem man woke up pissed again If I buck these pricks again I got goons and you got goons But the difference is your shit pretends My niggas don't talk or rap No, my niggas don't talk or clash No, my niggas don't talk they mash Fuck boys, man, are you talking smack? They said Stormzy can't be the king of grime 'Cause he can't do radio sets Let's be real rude boy, I would light up a radio set Like really I can't stand these fucking pricks I don't care about your fucking whip Mom, if you're listening close your ears But tell them pagans "suck my dick" I've had enough of them, they all piss me off Had one chance, they missed the shot I link up Flipz then we burn your bridge Then we laugh about it and split the prof Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Check one-two-one man skitzed again Dickhead you and a dickhead crew Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends I think I just got dissed again Think I care who this offends Run up on man like Bale with a - Slap that through your shit defense And I can still get a box imported Said "Don't worry about the beef it's sorted" My man said he's a real gun shooter Then my brother said "Aww, that's awkward" My mans never been bad, that's bullshit Two weeks in the Top Ten, who called it Christmas, I went to war with the corporates Like big ups the ones that caught it I do rap, then I do grime Then I do rap, then I sing and I roll right back They said you ain't gonna blow like that Who gives a fuck? You know like that Ice in my cup cuh'm cold like that Woah? We ain't even close like that You know my style, know my stats Don't talk bad if you don't talk facts If I sign now what's the buy out clause One Top Ten, five sold out tours Might fling a mixtape out when I'm bored My life's okay, how about yours? Brother, I'm good, I stay with the Lord Bible carrier, that's my sword Matthew 12 so I don't talk John 19's why I never got caught Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Check one-two-one man skitzed again Dickhead you and a dickhead crew Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends Back now, damn I've missed the pen Had one shot, you missed the pen Bad man yutes, with their bad man ways What they wish for me, I don't wish for them I don't pay them fools, never been told Bring your fools outside Elliott school Let me get a little bit of Henny I'm cool Many have come but many did fall away What? You thought I was the one? I was fourteen trying to buy me a gun Most of yous doing what I did back then So now I thank god for the guy I've become That's Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Check one-two-one man skitzed again Dickhead you and a dickhead crew Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends Yeah it's gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Check one-two-one man skitzed again Dickhead you and a dickhead crew Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends Yeah, it's Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Yeah, it's Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng You had one shot and you missed the pen, and that's Flex, eh