The End lyrics

[Intro]

Someone needs to promote me to a new league man

This one was easy

I beg you stop barking in your videos like a dog

Bludclart

'Bout take you to the fucking pet hole

[Verse 1]

Little man run outta bars, and you soon might run outta luck

I got bruck-back spinners on deck, I rise this mash and beat these slugs

But I'm tryna have a music career, so I ain't tryna dead this skateboard punk

You ain't really gonna get a reply, so watch how I end this stupid cunt

Battyman yout get your eyebrows plucked

Homeless yout, disgraceful punk

Come get clothes you fucking charity

Half priced prick, you're way too bruck

Bando's tramp, you sleep on floors

Go get a wash and a damn shape up

Please don't talk 'bout counting five, you signed for free you stupid cunt

You ain't got a piece or a bludclart wap

You couldn't even buy new airforce ones

Your kicks are lean to the rasclart max

With that lip piercing, you are not my son

Piercing your eyebrows, that's not cute

Can't trust this yout 'round dicks and bums

How you gonna get ducked down by longs, and faint in the shop you fucking mug

Run outta breath, run outta breath

Your new names called sRun

Lemme ask you a brand new question, when did you splash Digga D you mug

You're a magnum nigga, magnum nigga

Claiming drills you ain't done

How's man spilling his juice and you claim that the magnum juice is blood?

Hah, funny, little, nerd

Real madman you don' wanna get burst

All of me bars them up like a dosh but can't chat shit

Pussyboy nah learn

Switch my flow then I bring it right back

You ain't from the 12, you're a reject girl

How could you play with your sister naked, I coulda sent you a bad B you jerk

Claim that you're beefing the 10, and they don't even know you exist

Don't ever try talk 'bout clout when you built your name on your uncles dick

Russ was your uncle, I was your dad, we both disown this prick

He really couldn't call you nephew, you was his niece with that lip piercing

If you gonna speak talk facts

Little nigga ain't on wass

You claim that you know my broski, he phone my phone like "who's this prat"

You don't wanna end up on a hit list

Devilish broski got my back

All the Bush elders on the wing said pattern up quick before they get you slapped

Crossed off blocks, you're a so called driller

You're a skinny head prick, you ain't done no drills

You're life's on the line, don't do it for the fame

No Fortnite ting, it's a fatal field

I can never ever be a Heath reject you dumb little fuck

Man bang for my bros it's real

Two bruck dotty's, and I show you 'bout spinners

Double tap that twice that's a target killed

Who is this skateboard yout, you're washed

Ripped up clothes and torn up socks

Same boxers for the past two weeks, you're a smelly arsed prick, lip piercing goth

Nitty arsed yout don't beg for P's

Don't draw me out you stupid sod

Don't gunlean in your vids, you're a wannabe Russ in a broke little market don

Reject yout don't talk about man

Skateboard yout my number one fan

Eyebrow pierced you're from a rock band

You cat my flow to make your shit bang

My bro don't know the prick, you ain't gang

Shout man's name don't lie to your fans

Rap battle where you deluded arse tramp

SK said to 'low you I'm ham (Gang)

[Outro]

Oi, done with this clown man

Uh, you feel me

3-0 man got white washed

Man of the match, where's my golden boot cuz

• Artist:Poundz (UK)
• Album:Single (2018)