ukhhf ''gone in 60 seconds'' round 1
Story behind the song
battle tourney
Lyrics
Bdee ur the type to go date a pimpette,
And like the clothes that ur rockin’ imma leave ya chin checked! (chav = burberry cheque)
Battling me youll pay the price, are you afraid to die?
Changin ur ‘D’ to a ‘G’’s the only way ur stayin alive (B-Gee)
Reppin’ Bristol, you aint understandin’ Yorkshire pride,
Pluss ur balls haven’t dropped because you talk too high,
Tell ur mum for ya birthday, she better keep receipts!
Cos after this, u wont be seeing a happy Bdee (b-day/ birthday)
u wrote a freestyle, that actually sounded like u hadn’t writ it!
U cant fuck with adam, quit it! U got nuffin man admit it!
Shit I used a few syllables in that last batch I spat up,
Better wait for a second, so this wack cat can catch up!
Look u fuckin chav, what u acting hard for?
Don’t ya know that double H doesn’t stand for happy hardcore,
You aint got no shit for me, take ur glow sticks and leave,
Get back to the forum and start postin some beef!
I punish innocent little kids with my rappin’ skills
Take ur ‘B’ away, cos I eat ‘MC-(B)dee’s’ like happy meals!
