Lyrics Leather Me - Izambard

Imma pro
I swing from the back like joe
I sing on my Jacks like Jones
I spit that crack like Koke
So
I don't think imma twat I know
I'll sink your boat and row
Don't fuck with the hands I throw
Yo
Yeah I swing but I might still scrap
Yeah I sing but you might get (w)rapped
I think your lower case is cap
Round 'ere
A bully will fully get backs'd
Your any back chat will fully get taxed
No tech will fully protect you from that

Oi you!
Try me again
This skinny sort will batter you
In front of your friends
Oi youz lot!
Try me again
I ain't going anywhere
I'm in it 'til the end
Oi you!
Try me again
This skinny sort will batter you
In front of your friends
Oi youz lot!
Try me again
I ain't going anywhere
I'm in it 'til the end

Stand tall
Start
Slappin' him
No rules
Smackin' him
Crack
Back at him
Twat
"Oi...
...pack it in!"
Hes a fool
Flatten him
Pack?
Jackin' him
Hes a tool
Strap on him
Stacked (too)
Backin' gym
(...but his) backs
Fat and thin
(...when it's arms) no legs
Cappin' him
No bread
Wrappin' him
Round the loaf
Butter him
Bap bap
You'll get wrapped round the nut
Thats a promise to your common sense
No what ifs or buts
Trust
You'll get t'umped in the bonce
I ain't tryna say it twice so you better listen once
So look
You'll get smacked in the swede
Ill make sure it's a good'n the only one you'll need
But
You might get cracked in the jaw
If you carry on this carry on I'll carry on this war

Oi you!
Try me again
This skinny sort will batter you
In front of your friends
Oi youz lot!
Try me again
I ain't going anywhere
I'm in it 'til the end
Oi you!
Try me again
This skinny sort will batter you
In front of your friends
Oi youz lot!
Try me again
I ain't going anywhere
I'm in it 'til the end

In the
Dojo
Step toe
Take blow
Get low
Roll slow
Fake show
Let go
PAP!

No more bets so
Show your debts no
Safety nets so
Lets go
To the dojo
On your dolo
Ill take you to the dojo
On my dolo ...
Lets go
Lets go!