No Rules

Already taped off - so how they gonna talk about me?
Opps can't talk about firing sticks them cunts don't make no P
I paid 8 bills for the dots mate I made 2 in a week
Still got links for the auto no talking about whips and speed
- dashed when corn got crashed bet he wished that he could've ran faster
Stupid prick got hit in his back mate he needed more than a plaster
In a dinger whip blue lights behind thinking what a disaster
Still we got away that day mate you should've heard my laughter
I still walk comfy where - got duppied
Opps can't do shit the don't make no money
They know I've spilled blood with a shank like chucky
And I crash on them with a turner or a brucky
They want to act bad until I boot off their mums front door
Get on the floor
Might have to gun buck the whore
Might have to let off the 44
Spread your brain on the floor
They don't want war already told them before
I kick down doors
15 inch in my hand I make blood pour (pour pour)
If they're talking war tell them march come on over
We've got waps we've got pokers
Me and shh in the motor man we're strapped up like soldiers
If the prick tries to dash mate just fucking run him over
Got rambo knives and samurai swords I love this life
Just flipped a pack and made some racks I love this white
No racist
I'm breaking down bricks all blatant
Old A6
Young ones on the glide tryna put cunts brains on pavements
Opps put cunts names in statements
I'll box them got no patience
Big rambo turn man patient
I pray you don't survive now that hospital beds all vacant
Big rambo turn man patient
I pray you don't survive now that hospital beds all vacant
Catch him slipping bet I'm grinning about to stop him living
Viscous changing rip that skin and push that thing in
I'll dig him dig him twist that blade and leave him swimming
Kitchen dripping rinse the blade and now I'm chilling
Like how can they devil wear prada when I've lurked in my air force 1s
Tryna kweng mans face or dig that chest pissed cause he's wearing a vest
Best dash don't run out of breath
Flesh gashed best keep it compressed
I'm stressed if you don't see death
I'm stresses if you don't see death
That zombie shank drags out intestines that's no a standard stabbing
I'll rip thru flesh and pop cunts organs that's my fucking passion
Puncture lungs and watching them gasping I'll just stand there laughing
So called opps just dishing out verbal until I come round there crashing