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Dizzee Rascal - Creeper Freestyle

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Yo I,

Roll Deep on these

Put these MC's on deep freeze

Hit these, whip these and rip these

Come like busta we flip these

Please, dont rap with these

Fearless, angry, sick MC's

Dont like Christine's or Britney's

La La's or Tinky Winky's

This one's strictly for picnies

Old school afros, dry white kness

Barklays, Halifax we stick these

Endless gunshots we lick these

Trick these CID's with ease

Touch mic MC's jump like fleas

Player haters get chopped like trees avoid Rascal to avoid injuries

And I hit 'em like a lightning bolt

5.000 volt, it's your own fault

Stand still, put your whole crew to a halt

Cover MC's like pepper and salt

Gunman bullets go right through your coat

Nine milli take Billy for a billy goat

Lay low Roll Deep on the river boat

Cuttin edge Dizzee Rascal cut throat

Rewind wind-re lay to the side

It's our question to the front line

Fuck her to the left, right, front or behind

Never nice, gotta be cruel to be kind

Dry lips sippin' on a dry white wine

Feel funny take a draw of this feel fine

Husband i'll make your wifey be mine

Get pussy, get poomps, get feline

Lyrical staff, never could they ever take me for a chav

Schollar in the English schollar in the math

Dizzee aint no rif raf

Hit 'em with the rise, move, kick, uppercut, jab

Don't make me lose my rag

I'm a troublesome lad

Barefoot shaolin lad

Lyrically far from swag

And I'm far from clean

I'll play kiss chase with your aunt Maureen

Get rhymes, get heard, get seen

Dizzee run things like Idi Amin

Keep vigilante, keep on guard

We chuck grenades at Scotland Yard

Retard, get kicked hard, real hard

Leave death threats in your birthday card

Weights in the gym

Glass full of Alizay right to the brim

Roll Deep, so deep, they can't swim

Doin' it for Kiesha, doin it for Kim

He wants arms house, he wants to swing

If he tries a thing, he get a punch in the chin

Rascal is here so you better start worryin'

Get a hidin', beatin', turfin'

Didn't wanna care

Left that boy in a gutter somewhere

When I talk live-o, when I talk rare

I'll make you wish you were born elsewhere

I gotta wash that girl out my hair

Shes old news, everyone's been there

No we're not equal, no we're not fair

That girls anything she gets air

Take time pussy crew

Samurai seperate legs from feet

22 inch blade nothin' ain't sweet

Leavin MCs on the floor in the street

That boy can't compete

Dizzee dont play fair, Dizzee might cheat

Draw for your handgun, draw for your heat

Dizzee boy make a big boy look petite

Sex, played and worked

Girls say Dizzee Rascal is a jerk

Do it for the Bentley do it for the merc

Wanna make cash money like some Turk

That boy got hurt

Never knew that his girlfriend was a flirt

Sex in the alleyway, sex in the dirt

Send her home in a black torn up skirt