Arcade Boss

MJ got more moves than you Lebron James we gon shoot a hoop Now trust me I don't play with fuckwits Now trust me I don't get fucked up Your 10th shot you gon get fucked up What you give out mate, you go get you go get it back aye And I hold my own, you are just a wanker Your screws undone, lemme give you one spanner Lil Jul not to be fucked with Bitch you read the banner Bitch now give me head nickname you bandana Bitch I'm fly as fuck call me call me prepeller Repellant for a roach, I think you need a coach My ego bigger than Coachella Bring you the fire like mozzarella Melt on you in the rain like Rihanna That is 2007 Rihanna He's a walking stick cuz I can't stand ya Lemme abort you cuz I ain't planned ya Respect is what money didn't buy ya Bitch you got to earn it I'm Ramasay but I'm on the bridge now bout to burn it Put your sunscreen on bitches I am being shady And I love Marshall Mathers like a stan So I'm addicted to the craft Bitch I put a spell on ya If I was at woolies never gonna greet you While you grabbing your baked beans I put a trolley right thru you And I put my number twos in the air I don't make no peace I made your bed now lie in it I call it rest in peace Bitch you crossed the line I'm running shit just like a lease I'll respect you more if you can show me least Of human decency to admit your wrongs or else you'd be deceased I don't want no beef but I gon make the cease I know I got my fans waiting for my next release Hand me the mix bitch I don't need your stage I just need the next banger I just gon Release I'm not smashing bottles brother but I know you're pissed So lemme put my number twos in the air Ready or not Oh you may Oh be afraid Or be ashamed Or be untamed It won't matter in the end Like the wind Blow away In the arcade It be final boss in hell (Inhale)