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(Madman) Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know (Madman) It sounds cold K on the track Yo, they don't wanna see me go mad, Hulk Hogan Should I pick Jake Paul? Should I pick Logan? Licking off shots, so they call me Phil Foden Coming for necks, nah, brudda I ain't joking What's the Plan B? Kristen Hanby, get me angry Dish out the candy, legs shakin', make it wobble like Bambi Don't play games, brudda this ain't Jumanji Mum said I should go invest (invest) Austin, he got repossessed If you're bad, yo, brudda come speak with chest If you don't step right, then you might get left (my man) How can you leave your girlfriend stressed? Now your kids homeless, don't you think that's f'd? But the prick's hopeless, must be smoking meth Thought you had Hovis, but you must have less Who's that bredda? Joe Weller Don't lemme go and grab for the leather Big .44, no safety sweater The kickback huge, come big like Heather Two weeks straight, man collected cheddar Punch man up like whatever the weather (my man) Joe wasn't talking when we was together Put us in the ring, I'ma show man pressure Jordan, Harvey, forget Wassabi I was in the party, tryna get narni (ay, yo) Then I got a call from Mams, KSI Kristen Hanby, I ain't gonna lie Corns gonna fly, are you tryna die? Send him to the sky, I ain't tryna hear replies Lemme give advice if I pull up with the guys Me and you ain't really size if I swing a hefty right Still got Deji up on my radar Don't take man for idiot, Pineda Can everyone please do me a favour? (What's that?) Leave me to count all my paper Two-two favour, swing jaw breaker Half Bajan but I rep Jamaica Businessman, but I love my paper Don't play games, nah, this ain't the Sega Bryce Hall, you could never be an idol Bryce Hall, after the fight you'll need a bible Austin clapped you, how suicidal When I beat man up, man I want my title Jordan fly like, Michael, Vital, coming like a cycle Roll with the mandem moving tribal If I swing my left hand at his eyeball He ain't on it, just be honest Lock shit down like my name is Boris Skinny little yute, man, you need some porridge Their heart ain't in it, they need some courage Yo, upfront like Kane and Sturridge (yo) Yeah, they hate, but they don't pay homage Dropped out of school and I didn't go college Wrapped up a fool and his bitch gave me knowledge Yo, they don't wanna see me go mad, Hulk Hogan Should I pick Jake Paul? Should I pick Logan? Licking off shots, so they call me Phil Foden Coming for necks, nah, brudda I ain't joking What's the Plan B? Kristen Hanby, get me angry Dish out the candy, legs shakin', make it wobble like Bambi Don't play games, brudda this ain't Jumanji (Yo, louder, that's it, louder, louder, louder) (Madman, hahaha) (Madman, madman, yo)