M to the B

歌詞

If you don't know me I'm M to the B Coming in hard, you better watch it Sophie You think you're the only girl doing grime M to the B says, "Step in line" Coming in hard with my bars Sophie Aspin is about to get parred Read your bars off your iPhone 4 I don't do that shit, I do it hardcore Got murked by Little T Now you're gettin' murked by me You shagged bare lads, you're a little sket Have you heard your bars? They're fucking pep Fucking pep, yeah, that's what they are Now listen carefully to my sick bars They scream my name like, "Yar, yar, yar" Sophie, yeah, you're a little whore Looking at your face, what the fuck's your contour? Do you want me to lend you a blender? I'm being serious, I'm not trying to offend you Sophie, yeah, you should stick to singing 'Cause when you spit, my ears are ringing How can you shag bare lads? Is your fanny not stinging? I bet your fanny's fucking minging Sort out your manky Scouse brow M to the B is coming at you with a row You're enough to turn all lads camp You know that 'cause you're a fucking tramp Repping around in your shit clothes Like Josh said, what the fuck's that pose? Saying shit about people's mums, that's tight Sophie Aspin, do you want me a fight? Bet your blowies are fucking shite Fuckin' shite, that's what I said All the boys say you give shit head That's what I said so what you gonna do? All the things you spit about aren't even true Sophie Aspin, little rat I bet you're riddled and probs got the clap Soph, yeah, you can't murk me You're a slag, riddled with STDs Fuck that shit, couldn't be arsed being you You're an animal, you belong in a zoo I'm sending for you so what're you gonna do? You bounce on next man's dick like a kangaroo, like a kangaroo So, Soph, where do we go from here? If I send back, I'll throw you off the pier I'm sending for you with no fear So come on Soph, what's the best you can give? Your bars are shit so you may as well quit You may as well quit 'cause your bars are shit Your bars are fake and my bars are real Is it true you got bummed on a field? You think you're a chav with your string jacket Turn Sophie Aspin off, what a fucking racket What a fucking racket We all know, the best MC It's M to the B, it's M to the B It's M M M M M to the B It's M to the B, it's M to the B Bang Sophie, you're not the only girl who can spit bars I've just showed you how it's done You said you're not gonna send back We'll see, won't we