Funky Sailor

They ain’t my dogs
I roll with the runt of the litter
I make the drinks
Certain man can’t hold
Their liquor
All I do is win
Dem man can’t me bitter
E14
Where we turn BADMAN
Into shitter
They didn’t like Trim
But now they can’t move and quicker
I thought they wanted smoke
Turns out
It was just for the Twitter
It’s Lord Sith
You gonna need more than a
girl and a Witcher
I’ll chuck a ting
And I ain’t talking rice or glitter

The tings still German
And my boys got white
Dats Claudia Schiffer
Miss me with the likes
And my goons got grams
And they ain’t just posting
This side of the river
I’m lord of the mics
I was punching these lines
When dem man had bars
An we called them spitter
ignore all the signs
you will merked
In your mardres house
Whilst she’s holding zimmer

Man he Said he had bread
But when we turn up
It’s kebab and pita
Got a few vex
Coz they thought
I couldn’t get any sicker
Stop sending out threats
Your getting to old
It messes with your ticker
They can’t war with the sith
I’ll mark your Hitters hitter hitter

I told man
My mum didn’t raise
No quitter
Don’t come around
Badman moving like fritter
Can you hold something
In the side of you fitter

Have your face on your
Shirt TV and sticker

They can’t play with the flows
Mine come with
Punch & kicker

Everyone street
Until it gets street
And man are on street
Like Pick me a winner
They don’t know beef
Ain’t ever had beef
And wouldn’t want beef
If I cooked them a dinner
They sold u a dream
Stop counting sheep
But Man will put u to sleep
And have your face inna pilar
Stop smoking that weed
Coz It ain’t that deep
But I will spill thee Tea
With man like skipper

Loading killer
Been trolling these ends
Since Clinton had the tinted
black escort
An rolled with spinner
If it’s over your head
I’ve been going for the neck
While they been coming up short
Like a broken zipper
I gave em a sec
But still got em in check
N wore out a man’s queen
Like a grandad slipper
If you know what’s best
Don’t come to set
Or come to man with
No Smoke or mirror

I ain’t even peaked
But still going blind
While They can’t get glimmer
Man know I’m from East
And the flows still cold
So you will get served
Like revenge with dinner

They don’t wanna do bars
Coz these dumbbells
Won’t gain nothing but
a punch an kicker
No one aint safe
Car
when I come true
It’s all rage & clipper

You missed it
We don’t if you like Trim
Live with it
I don’t have to fuck none of you’s.
I’ve been Trimming
I don’t care whose door step It is
I’ve still shitting
There won’t be nothing like me
I’m spit spitting
It might go over your head
It’s wig split it
You don’t wanna see how this enz
Or snip snippet
Cau We ain’t talking about films
When these chicks flick it

If you think their fucking with me
Then your trip tripping
1-This flow ain’t something
You’ll see on these bitch bitches

I think their problem with me
Is I’m Sick with it
They keep telling me about cloth
So I’m Knit picking
We don’t listen to them songs
Cau whip whipping
My flows glue to these beats
Your just prick sticking
I don’t need to roll in no crew
My clicks clicking

You need to Stop smoking that weed
All that spliff spliffing
Got u thinking your me
Until I’m glit glitching
In your ends with my team
Like I’m slip slipping
I’ve got something on me
With a clip clipping
An If we ain’t talking about pees
Then I’m dip dipping
It’s Sith Poseidon beat
And I’m with it
Man will turn these lights off
I Flick switches

About all informer have fi dead
But your snitch snitching

It’s coz
I’m the sickest of course
And it wouldn’t be any fun
If I didn’t pick on em all
It was only in their court
Coz I give em the ball
I’m in their thoughts
But I ain’t thinking at all
Youve got a problem
this Sith isn’t maul
They think I’m spitting
This isn’t a drawl
I ain’t only shitting on my doorstep
I’m pissing on walls
They haven’t warred yet
I Live with this storm
I’ve swung with gods
They ain’t been to this school
They bunked off

Crisis, man are missing the balls
Tali, This isn’t a drill
But Can you hear the crap these pigeon call stools
Look I aint a wordsmith, manure don’t mix me up in the bird shit
But try and sell mans cowpack like I don’t know what a turd is
They act like my ish don’t stink,
And I aint defecating on verses
Floater, just when thought ish went down and was back on the surface
Cos I am the shit and when I hit the fan these flys wont know how to word it
Eskiman flow, check the size of this girth shaped gerkin
Tali, I do do me
And you can judge me when you’re perfect