Lyrics Choo Choo - KRAFTY

You know what you gotta do, you can do it
Who are you talking to
Talking to myself, you know, I'm giving myself
Please tell me you're not doing it as the asshole
Err

I feel sorry for your wife man
In fact, I feel sorry for both your wives

This one chick said she'd suck my dick if I dissed her husband
So fuck you, Mr Substance
You've been waiting for this comeuppance
Saulz, I can't believe you dissed me on such shit production
Took 4 of you to put that track out - dedication
Sounds like you're on some weird substance or medication
I took a year off, didn't realise you'd get impatient
Think I'm slow? Your train of thought ain't even left the station
Get over it? Hmm something is wrong
'cause that was New Years, took you 8 months to respond
Am I really out here dissing a cunt and a mong
Some punk in a thong who can't write one single song
If a skit hurt, what you think a track'll do
When I smack you black and blue with a fucking fact or two
Go ahead, yeah, lay me to rest
Kinda easy when I'm already chillin, say it with your chest
And please for fucksake, mate, wait a sec
Stop stretching your bars all the time, come on, take a breath
Sorry mate its...
Just... that's some mighty tall talk for Warwick Davis
Talk about switching the narrative, it's embarrassing
That intro was a stack of fibs and here's the fact of it
You ain't able, you're a flop
And you didn't leave the label, you were dropped
Below average, what did you do? Gather first, practice words
While your yes men said ooh savage verse
Asswipes, no wonder you're glass eyed
'cause you pupils can't even see that you clearly haven't learned
My eyebrow? You like this here? Shit, cheers
It's a souvenir from when your wife got her clit pierced
You said its from the nose of a cow
So funny 'cause that's something that you'd know all about
Like your last video, aww, how cute
A chubby little fucker on the floor in a cow suit
Well I guess it's time to even the score
A midget dressed as a cow, the beef'll be short
Don't mean to leave you exposed
I walked past you and my knee almost broke your teeth and your nose
Ali's a beat maker, he's weak and you know
He ain't a producer, the twat can't even compose
Kinda weird that you'd write a diss about my pics like a dick
That ain't me pouting, that's me blowing Ali's wife a kiss
You're a couple of right pricks with the wrong aim
That song's lame, Mr Substance, wow, what a strong name
Ali, all you keep doing is sampling jazz
This ain't the 90's dickhead, why can't you adapt
Did you say you'd write a second song? Gees no, please don't
We don't want it, we're alright, yeah, you can keep those
It's not that I'm scared or afraid or none of that stuff
It's just Kam, Ali, lads, one was enough
Wow I knew that your pals lied too but how nice dude
Your best song has me on the hook and Mic B outshined you
I know I just bit the bait but I'm hooked, they're hating, it's good
They think I can't take him but I blatantly could
Said I'm the rapist, but you're the type to wait in the bush
I rap about sex, you act like you hate to get puss
Course I don't wanna be making peace
You're taking the piss, you're just fake to me
When I said mate, just leave
You said how about I stay on the label and YOU can make my beats
Said you were persuaded to get on the track bro
That shows you can't think for yourself, you lack a backbone
Wait... Did you record that bullshit at home
While your poor family were trying to sleep? Ha! Jokes
Least you moved out of that tiny flat though
With your neighbour leaving a stack of notes about your wack flow
Please can you keep it down
Some of us are trying to sleep and those beats are loud
Sounds like Miles Davis but a much cheaper sound
Give it up, you've missed your train, so please, leave it out
You's a liar, fact, why attack?
It was some light fun, humour is where I was at
Begging me to fire back
I made skit bruv, you guys made an entire track
Thanks Kam, I mean, gosh
But I feel like I'm dissing Ant-Man and the Wasp
Try to run, I'll fracture and rupture that abductor
No going back you sucker, in fact it's fuck ya
Train of thought? Every track is lacking structure
More like Thomas The Tank Engine and YOU'RE the fat conductor
Act accordingly, in fact, more importantly
Think before you speak and don't get short with me
Fuck Ali, and fuck you too
If I was sitting down, I'd still be standing up to you