Supermodified

Yeah, sup bitches It's Dabbla AKA Papa Merk Also known as Paddy Mashdown, Pedro Barzini Shut up! Life is full of setbacks and knock backs Snot rags and drop backs Dogs, rats and bobcats and grot bags in top hats Rock boats and stop tracks Shot wraps like hot cakes Hot stacks in a stock tape with a blocked nose and hot plate Head spins from my whippings Dead things on my bed springs Red rings round the good stuff And I puff piff 'till my breath stinks Put it big bold in the text print Let's drink to the next link cause we care not what the rest think And we kill shit 'till it's extinct Do yourself a favour, be your own boss Make your own moves, or it be your own loss That's the way to roll, nothing but the vibes Music take control, supermodified Ever since my balls dropped every plan I've had is getting pulled off I've got more passion than a British Bulldog Catch a case of smallpox, typhoid, problems with your thyroid Special influenza, German measles in your eye boy Diarrhoea yellow fever, whooping cough No idea! Inflammation of the brain, lacerations in the ear All my patients disappear, Dabbla doesn't disappoint But rappers tend to miss the point, like every time I twist a joint Do yourself a favour, be your own boss Make your own moves, or it'll be your own loss Thats the way to roll, nothing but the vibes Music take control, supermodified Peak on my game rudeboy, every body knows who deals with the shiznit When I pass through blasting a big fat Cone that I rolled looking all like wizbit You'll be nudging your mate like isn't it I'll be rolling the hay like Worzel Keep passing it round in a circle, Stay laughing at life's little hurdles And I've been to the future it's purple, communications all nonverbal Meditation's bait virtue and the only medication is herbal Nocturnal, burn every word in the journal Rappers for so external Bigger than a fat bird in a girdle Putting holes in your v-neck turtle Now they wanna try and tell me something that I don't know I've been doing this since tape decks, Came in the game through the rave sets Still wondering what he's gonna make Next, still slaving away for them pay cheques Paving away with them brave steps Making my name on the same flex, Whilst they're wasting away at the apex Flavours you can't even taste yet, majors about to possess you You better grab your place mats, we've got a lot to get through Life is a way that we test you, Word on the street is that he's got it on lock down And you know my steez when I bop round All together like pees in a pod now Do yourself a favour, be your own boss Make your own moves, or it be your own loss Thats the way to roll, nothing but the vibes Music take control, supermodified Yeah, super modified Dabbla doesn't do it for the dollar signs Fluently apologise, after all Kill it you don't wanna die, do you Look, scholars get disqualified Biatch!