Mr Skeng - Stormzy

Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng

Check one-two, man skitzed again

Dickhead yout in 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

And 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

Cuh he can’t do radio sets

Let’s be real, rudeboy, I would light up a radio set

Like, really, I can’t stand these fucking pricks

I don’t care about your fucking whip

Mum, if you’re listening, close your ears

But tell them paigons, 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, man skitzed again

Dickhead yout in 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 defence

And I can still get a box imported

Said «don't worry 'bout the beef, it’s sorted»

My man said he’s a real gun shooter

Then my brother said «rah, that’s awkward»

My man’s 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-up the ones that bought it

I do rap, then I do grime, then I do rap

Then I sing, then 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 come 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 buyout 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, man skitzed again

Dickhead yout in 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

Robbing phones outside Elliott School

Let me get a little bit of Henny, I’m cool

Many have come but many did fall away

Wait?

What?

You thought I was the one?

I was fourteen tryna buy me a gun

Most niggas 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, man skitzed again

Dickhead yout in a dickhead crew

Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends

Yeah, it’s Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng

Check one-two, man skitzed again

Dickhead yout in 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

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, aye