Tempa Tempa - Giggs

«What's happening?»

«I don’t understand»

«I'm sure you don’t Jane»

Temper Temper

That was your crime

We’ve been watching you for some time

We knew that you’d appear

We knew your temper tantrums would lead you here

«Stop!

Leave us alone!»

«Pray silence for the judge»

«What judge?»

«All rise!»

Temper temper

Caught you at last

Your quick temper went a bit fast

Temper temper

Caught you at last

Your quick temper went a bit fast

Temper temper

Caught you at last

Your quick temper went a bit fast

Temper temper

Caught you at last

Your quick temper went a bit fast

Got a bad temper and my gangs with it

If I click it it’s only cause my hand fidgets

I ain’t talking bopping by, where my gang visits

If I catch your pussy face, Imma Stan Smith it

Niggas walking round on foot, trying to bag pitches

Under-covers wanna look, I can’t stand snitches

Look see the bogers on my foot, looking Stan Smith-ish

And my swagger’s looking good, that’s why I bang bitches

In a hot spot, where the cops watch

I’ve got straps masked up like its not hot

Couple Glocks copped, I will not stop

Fam I got a lot of arms, call me Doc Ock

Keep a hop-scotch, till you pop spot

Bust a top lock, fuck a knock-knock

Got my strally out quick, move it chop chop

Niggas talking any shit, get your squad dropped

Temper temper

Caught you at last

Your quick temper went a bit fast

Temper temper

Caught you at last

Your quick temper went a bit fast

Temper temper

Caught you at last

Your quick temper went a bit fast

Temper temper

Caught you at last

Your quick temper went a bit fast

Hear the tyres screech first, then the fire heats burst

I got two knifes, Imma put in Siamese work

Let it fly in his shirt, let him lie in his dirt

This the jungle, where the fucking lions eat first

You can’t test me prick, I’m a let tee rip

Blow your brains out, on some fucking pesky shit

Never let’s me slip, an interesting clip

Lethal weapon here, feel the fucking Jet Li kick

Never met me, but they wanna get me pitch

Feds arrest me, they don’t wanna let me live

My performance didn’t wanna let me spit

But when I swallow food they wanna let me shit

Niggas hyping like there on some pecks green shit

I’ve got lighting, blow you into next week quick

Now your blood’s floating, on some fucking Red Sea shit

Temper temper

Caught you at last

Your quick temper went a bit fast

Temper temper

Caught you at last

Your quick temper went a bit fast

Temper temper

Caught you at last

Your quick temper went a bit fast

Temper temper

Caught you at last

Your quick temper went a bit fast

Real niggas with no patience, pesky, snaps, younger even you dun know

Let them little pussy 'oles know

This is a place of woe, this is a place where all wicked children…