No More Eatin' - Plan B

No more eating for them now

Its time for plan b

No more eatin for them now

Youve got hit em back !

No more eatin

No more eatin

For them now

Hit the road jack

You’ve gotta hit em back

You go pow

They go ow

No more eatin for them now

You’ve gotta hit em back

Give that boy a smack

This is how pow

No more eating for them now

It started when i was 8

First time i ever got ate

What a piece of cake

Mans eating of me like i was a plate

Now im in a state

Walkin the streets of gate

With eyes of merd

With tears stream down my bloodshot face

Coz some irish kid took my bike away

Turn the page 6 years late

And now im 14 years of age

Lifes a daze so my brain

Smoking to much purple haze

Thats how i spent my dayz

Til i prove to snap

Coz im holdin it down at school

On the streets im still gettin jacked

Still gettin attacked

And ask why i can’t find the balls

To hit um back

Hit um back

Eat up these cats like

I eat up the track

Its only when i turned 16

That i start facin facts

So its how the weed made me act

Kicked the habbit

Like it was laced with crack

I know this kid

On my estate

Got no habit

And he likes to take

He jacks kids at the local park

Works all the time

When it gets dark

No-one screws and

No-one moans

So he takes ipods and video phones

And we have to stop

This silence

So i might advocating violence

Im a vigilante boy

And i won’t let the big boys take my toys

He tried to take whats mine

When we was standing outside (?)

Big mistake cos i brought the beef

And this boy shoulda ducked

I pushed a brick to his teeth

And now his face is fucked

Hit the road jack

You’ve gotta hit em back

You go pow, they go ow

No more eatin for them now

You’ve gotta hit em back

Give that boy a smack

This is how, pow!

No more eatin for them now

Im 19 years to the day

And its been 3 since someone tried it

As soon as they do im gonna knock there lights out

Like they were ultraviolet

They got there eyes on my stash

But trying to style it

They know im making cash

Though i look brassed

Cos i try to keep it quiet

But i shot the (?) his pen

It ain’t no secret

And given half a chance yo half these cats will wanna eat

Plus they know that i dont get high

So my supply builds up their appetite

And now they wanna feed it

Take me for a fucking egit

No more eatin for you now x6

Gotta hit em back

You always knew it was gonna happen

So when it did i beat the kid

Till he was blue n black n

Told him who you think your jacking

Packed a punch, yes a punch thats what i was packing

Hit the fucking cunt so hard, hed already started blatin'

Before he hit the floor like a sack o' pototoes

Face plant, knocked the teeth right out of his cakehole

And sent him on his way yo, but one was thing to say though

Thought I was something to eat up, you made a mistake bro

Hit the road jack

You’ve gotta hit em back

You go pow, they go ow

No more eatin for them now

You’ve gotta hit em back

Give that boy a smack

This is how, pow!

No more eatin for them now

No more eatin for you now x6

Hit the road jack

You’ve gotta hit em back

You go pow, they go ow

No more eatin for them now

You’ve gotta hit em back

Give that boy a smack

This is how, pow!

No more eatin for them now