Текст песни Marky B, Connor John, Jinthai Diss Track - Bad Boy Chiller Crew

Don't give me this, don't give me that
That's what you get when you act a fool
Just one of these days, you're gonna get played
Better watch your back, it's gonna get personal

Jin Thai, let's get it started
Yo, you ain't got a penny to scratch your arse with
Nowt left just a bit of cartilage all bunged out, the kid's retarded
Who's that on Santa's tick list, all dried-out, feeling optimistic?
All night gonna rock the kitchen
20 bar shots, the boys have chipped in

Gareth Kelly, put my belly on your bird's back
Spread the bitch like "Lurpak"
I put my girth up her dirt track
Now she's calling me her dad, little dirt bag
Spent fast, but that pip won't last
Spraff that bag 'cause you ain't no cash
No clothes on your video shoot
Don't worry, man, the boys have got your back

Don't give me this, don't give me that
That's what you get when you act a fool
Just one of these days, you're gonna get played
Better watch your back, it's gonna get personal

This crank's no Jason Statham
When I ram this Jeep straight through this trailer
Boys back with that misbehaviour
Mark's done, can't run when you hit the pavement
Talk to Bacon, go write a statement
I'll hit the site with no hesitation
That Winnebago needs renovation
I'll piss all over your generator

'Round here, better hide your face
With your front tooth looking all Nardo grey
Must be digging that shard or grain
What Simon says, nowt Mark won't say
Still dossing down Rockwell Lane
Five man, two quid on a ten-pound haze
Sublics cirona in his chain
And I told 'em I'm better than Zola in his day

This one's like a eight-goal thriller
I've had more bikes than you've had hot dinners
Jealousy, that's a silent killer
No more perms, man, that hair looks thinner
When that shit stops then it's back to basics
Drum sticks and potato faces
Divvy tryna make a statement, shouldn't be making babies
CSA, they haven't seen no payment
Yo

I'm his dad, I don't wanna hurt Mark
But I might sniff lines straight off his bird's arse
How many bars about that theft charge?
How many times you rocked those fake garms?
Two shoes on his chest, better show us some respect
Connor John, you're a pest, bean stains on your vest
Shetland pony, he's got four in the shed
I'll land at your site and touch up the pen

Don't give me this, don't give me that
That's what you get when you act a fool
Just one of these days, you're gonna get played
Better watch your back, it's gonna get personal

This crank's no Jason Statham
When I ram this Jeep straight through this trailer
Boys back with that misbehaviour
Mark's done, can't run when you hit the pavement
Talk to Bacon, go write a statement
I'll hit the site with no hesitation
That Winnebago needs renovation
I'll piss all over your generator

Poo-Stain John, you're a mong from tong
I'll snap your ribcage with a swanton bom
Messed up, man, the don's long gone
I wouldn't fuck his bird with a condom on
And how you're gonna mention my mullet
When you mop top needs cutting
We just wanna know who's done it
Sat in your pad on subbys

Tramp John in a tank top
And Ben can't help these plant pots
Mention my name, hit the jackpot
Need some dry shampoo for your dandruff
Taking off headtops, tramp smells like wet dog
Spray you down with a jet wash
Face looks stepped on, messed up needs sectioned
Get ready for the next one

Don't give me this, don't give me that
That's what you get when you act a fool
Just one of these days, you're gonna get played
Better watch your back, it's gonna get personal