Choo Choo Lyrics

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