P 'N' B Lyrics

I twitch 'n' I jerk until the words work

I curse in cursive 'n' I spit on Wordsworth

It's oh-so-precious it's worthless, my purpose is to avert the furtive

Shower you with hurt 'n' curses

Better call the nurses, fire up the hearses

The clouds above burst but I can't quench this thirst

I'm slurrin' on dirt and chewin' my way through a verse

I'm bringin' doom

I b-boom-boom shake the room

I'm the rotten prince, the Bennett menace, spittin' out fumes

And I'm back

I'm a viper, still a fighter till the day I die

When will you realize that there’s no stopping me

Move back, (BACK) Caz 'n' Matt attack

Jekyll, my Hyde’s made of iron, pushin' plates like Platos

More war than Mars and Kratos, your rhymes prosthetic like Kate Moss

Each individual digit got ink dripping from it

Bit a blade in a fit of rage

Days since a pen hasn’t been picked up

Tickedy-tick-tick-tock

Time is tickin' off the clock

Seconds are slippin' 'n' I can't make them – stop

All I see are ink blots and dots

Watchin' the skies drop, I begin to concoct and rot, no holdin' off

Poppin', droppin', rockin' on top, lyricist non stop

To a beat box leave an MC fearin' the beast - what

No-one can stop me when the beat drops

Here to hurt the hypocrites of hip hop

And sock it to Socrates

Call me – Haz-Matt, blast, cos now the hazard is back

Better pass my gas mask, think fast, I'm about to attack

They call me 12 Gage, make way, barricade, decay

Let the words marinade, rewind back and replay

Whether you like it or not, the future cannot stopped

More than a sequel, no-one equal, people step back 'n' watch

Too many hits but I'm still up, fightin' like Foley

For he's like forty Voorhees, 12 Gage, the one and only

Today I'm dirty but tomorrow I'll be dirt

Today I'm writin' verses but tomorrow you'll be hurt

I'll be cuttin' out and carvin' out your carcass from the world

The way we work words, it's the best and it's the worst

Cos Matt must be stopped, no matter the cost

I've lost everything now I can do anything

Callum's callous, infatuated with foulness

My pen is my outlet, shoutin' it from the mountains

You better never doubt this, but

You better run cos here we come

Cos we'll be rippin' it, spittin' it, tearin' it

We'll be bringing in the wicked

Diabolical, it's the alcoholic 'n' the chronic liar-liar pants on fire

Settin' fire to funeral pyres, my desire's that you call me sire

My mind's mired - the type that you can only admire

I will never tire, rippin' it up

Never expire, never give up

With the only skill that I have ever acquired

Oh, here we go, 'til the roof blows off, explode

FMA 'n' 12 Gage, spittin' out a new flow

We're rippin' sickenin' tracks, we're bringin' back what you lack

We're crashin' 'n' blastin' back, makin' the con-crete crack

Limit's are diminishin', the sinister sinner is in again

Punishin' 'n' pinnin' 'em in, I'm less than a human but I'm more than a man

You better mourn for this land

Because the war-born are walkin' through this war-torn land

Tickedy-tick-tick-tock

Time is tickin' off the clock

Seconds are slippin' 'n' I can't make them – stop

All I see are ink blots and dots

Watchin' the skies drop, I begin to concoct and rot, no holdin' off

Poppin', droppin', rockin' on top, lyricist non stop

To a beat box leave an MC fearin' the beast - what

No-one can stop me when the beat drops

Here to hurt the hypocrites of hip hop

And sock it to Socrates

We're bringin' in the wicked

FMA + 12 Gage, make way

You've settled on the next level

We're already on the next game

From the front to the back

From the front to the runt of the pack

Move back

We're bringin' in the wicked