Durrty Goodz - Cokey The Snowman

Song Rating: 8.28/10

Song lyrics:

Wow, is that all you got p**y?
I tell you what, yeah
You are going to hate me
Because Im a much better MC than you, blud
Thats that, s** yourself

Crackhead just came back from the dead
Like hes looking to slap your hooks and your raps to shreds
Tell me whats up with Will, whats up with your deal?
Cos when you record you wanna know whats up with me or whats up with deal
Whats up with the pill, whats up with the real and not with your sk**s?
Whyd you f** with wa**up in Austrail?
Youre selling your soul to get in the mode dont get me involved
Im a movement, so I aint Ghetto an those
Im better with flows Im better at shows
The enemy knows its straight headtop, dead in his clothes
Boom, your head is a hole, why you breddin me for?
When you know youre dead already, but youre beggin a war?
Once again Imma show you you aint ready for sure
But I bet you cant not say again no more
Cos your vocabs weak, ya bocat freak
Dont hate me cos youre a coke addict
The joke of the street, broke cos what you smoke aint cheap
But I aint never told you to (?)
Dont hate cos n***as sound dope on a beat
And you thought cus your hit sold you woulda went gold
But Dizzee went gold, you tried f**in with Sway he left you on the road
Industry ho, you were f**in with Kane but Kane wouldnt let you blow
Now youre f**in with Scorcher and you cant let him go
Go s** yourself, nah friend Im more s** your mum
Your lucks done, your careers a second man, youve never been one
You was at number two, Dizzee was number one
Then you had it with Ghetts and you never won
And you had it with Devz and you never won
Youre feeble, even Lethal won
You been gotten by Dot Rotten, you aint beat one
About rape, its not actually that
But your paedophilias bait, thats actually fact
You where praying wed forget them days when you was wack
When you was Pay-As-You go like Maxwells flat
Now youve got your whole flat on the crack
And your baby mothers giving a little of the smack
Youve gotta be high to try me on track
Somebody tell cokey give him his name back
Before I aim at a name brand eight track
Been spitting every MC in the game from way back
How many of my flows have you ate off a tape pack
Youre bait, let me set you straight, you and your gay pack
Look I just wanna know where the safe at
But everytime I demonstrate coke he hates that
Putting my name with rape, it aint that
How you gonna make facts? dont create that
Look, you can hear the chip in him alie
The Mark of the beast let the chip in him alie
Chip left, he knew you was tricking him alie
And if you had a chance youd put your dick in him alie
Now hes ahead of you you wanna hot Chip?
f** off prick, take your pop sh** to Hot Chip
You had a Top 3 and you lost it
Now you gossip on the internet thinking that the kids like Wotsits
Mad your albums aint made no profit
And your publicity stunt, youre still a cunt youre silicon
With your subliminals in your bids
Look, k** and play k** and play k** and play
k** and play, sh** hes playing with the kids
And hes doing the running man so there it is
Hell be the man running off with your babies
Bare mans from Bow with court cases
Some are studio gangsters youre a studio blogger
When yo go at me go in the studio proper
Who cares if youre a chart topper?
Go make a top CD before you talk to your poppa
And dont you worry about Nai, Ive got her
I gave you the beat and now she dont wanna touch ya
Nah she said you dont wanna touch her
Now shes grown up you dont wanna f**
You wouldnt even answer her calls she phoned up
She sent emails, Ghetts had your laptop
And there where no bangers in your mac, your back never had a shot
Cos you bun her off at the crack spot
Youre Amy Winehouse of grime youre swine
Swine why phone up 999?
And say emergency, Durrtys spitting rhymes
Then get shiffed outside a nursery lunchtime blagga
Thats a punchline thats something you cant find faggot
Youre swag even with my style you lying maggot
Youre the pagan, youre Fagin, youre Oliver Twist
The kids follower... and kids honour ya
Listen Imma demolish ya
Run in your mums block and piss up in your coridoor
You should get gunshot, but snitch is what youre gonna do
This is what you wanna do
Listen til you get cut so you can tell a cop
You and Logan set me up so I can wet you up
You devils wanna see me in jail but better luck
I dont owe Titch f**... Im lawless
But you owe Logans mum a mortgage
She lent you twenty grand so you can expand
But you went and made Phaze 2 and sh** just jammed
Damn another album down the pan
From Peter Pan fooling the kids to Neverland
Give me a reason why I should make your life live
I remember when you tried to touch Ice Kid
You was even sending for me when I was on a bid
Ive been out three years youre just mad taking digs
If you werent swaggin it you couldve been Giggs
If you werent a faggot you couldve been big
But I knew you where low from you couldnt make your own
Cousin served you bone, leave it alone
I done a set and you left your baby at home
I aint gotta chase you like Jerome with the chrome
Im getting chased by your baby mother shes a ho
Every n***a I know has boned it in Bow
And you shouldve waited for Amber to come out her Pamper before you tampered
Youre cancer
Were not in the same league and I gave you the transfer
Thats why you take Es and spread propaganda
Youre lucky this aint yard youd be getting shot on your viranda
Would do you mean you need to be an E3 shanker
Tiger nah panda, look youre pink panther
Youre just a panter, mime and a dancer
A cock s**er with a cheek
Youve linked Mark Ronson and you was off beat
When Rolex came out the charts was weak
And your dubs werent as hard as the bars on the suite
(?) and you spit fastest
But this is like booking on a man with gla**es
Some of you say that I should take it to the road
But youre lyrically garbage
I will kick you in the ratted
Go away youre a delay.... (delay, delay)


Copying everything I say (say, say)
You went from OK to wack, coke to crack
You f**ed up grime, made it cool to cat
Fact, youre a serial deal wrecker
Dizzee brang you now he dont respect ya
I can say the word crack and upset ya
When I was in the bing you where Jessica Fletcher
Youre paying nuff of your Bentley to Bionic
He works with Kane and you work with caine
So to help pay it off you made a verse exchange
But the verse werent flames cos you werent cursing names
Merked again this is what I call burnt remains
Jerky lame putting in work and getting shamed
Say what youre saying it dont hurt Dwayne
Now when Im the booth I hurt the game
You aint worth your chain but Im taking the Mickey
Cos you satisfied Riko and got a boy sending
Boy Better Know dont defend him
Hes even got a rat round his neck representing
Cartoons with no bars in his tunes
Hes MySpace spaced out like Mars on the Moon
Theres only two men in the world that love Mickey Mouse
You and Michael Jackson, lets kick him out
Kickin about youre chatting up minors
Youre a big man and youre rapping about tigers
Fans par you, you argue who are you?
Mans ran up inna your studio and scarred you
Youre behind so get sober man
You released your summertime jam in October, damn
Retired one time like Hova, thought he was the man
Still couldnt sell to his fans
Jumped on your Nightbus, sh** broke down
Youve been provoked by Ultradope Sound
Okey doke man, Theres no coke around
Youre called cokey now, you call coke your pal
Wow, you jacked a hit, made a hit sh**
I bet you couldnt spit with Griminal, hes sick
Youve only got 8 bars of bare quick sh**
Wow
The best beat you made you never vocalled it
Thats why youre remaining local youre a prick
Go hide behind your vocoder you dick
Youre a producer off beat
You need to get on your computer and get off street
Look now, 50/50 cost heaps
I Am Nature.... now youve lost me
I smoke and I wrote Marijuana cos Im an MC
You heard it and wrote I Am The Sea
So what are you smoking that had you floating?
... Oh yeah yeah we know, its the coke ting
Chart charts chart chart ch-ch-chart Will
You chat chat about chart ch-ch-charts Will
You had a single, yeah but that was fart Will
And your album never made top thousand
Clash done, right there thats an outcome
Youre sh** Im sick Im a loud one
And Ive got a pa**port are you allowed one?
Listen Im a black man and Im a proud one
What have you done in your life to feel proud of?
All you do is sell out and sniff powder
With Big Dada you did nada
Man shoulda said you aint a kidnapper you aint a rapper
Youre a faker, how you gonna diss Jamaica?
Where you from, Granada?
Flow taker, better save loads of paper
Act like you dont owe the major
You crack addict, you rap erratic
Get back in your lab and make a cla**ic
Youve just had it, these days are tragic
You aint really spraying no bars its all magic
Youre mentally scarred as Gadget
Starting war knowing Will I wont have it
Now youre wrapped in plastic
I guess you could call this track a casket
If it where really you that ran the studio
Why are you looking uncomfortable in your video
Save your breath your shaking on sets
Chasing my steps claiming youre vet
But you aint a threat, you are insane
I will (?) you and sh** on the set
You aint done nothing but sniff and sweat
Go s** a dick.. step
Your mums got athletes foot on her neck
Youve made 3 dubs I made one and wrecked
Your whole rhyme scheme go talk to Wretch
No offense 32 but this ones stretched
Hes a pest that keeps molesting so I put him to the test
You think you can f** with me come with something fresh
Bring on the luxury because were nothing less
If it was up to me youd be shot in your chest
You aint got bars like me
You couldnt survive behind bars like me
You talk large but its alright see
I got so many flows you aint hard Wiley
Nah youre a fraud you cant harm me
I got more bars than your army
You go quiet, put out trash and tell fans go buy it
Are you barmy?
Grime junky, rhyming monkey
Aint got bars but he shines on funky
You cry monthly, look alive cook up hype
Cooking fights with MCs that took his life
Took his wife took his knife from him and bored him
He dont mind getting stabbed up its normal
On his grind but hes still not important
Nah you never made grime it was imported
Your mum knows you shouldve been aborted
You sound distorted
Im playing with the dead like this is ouija board nah this is what the lord did
I wish I ignored it but this is what you wanted
You straps to burst in the place
You want me to aim and blow you to waste
And I still see the work in your face
Or is it cos Kano jerked in your face?
Face it you come like a chicken thai food boo
Always getting moved to, done a little voodoo
Cos your beats are doo doo your heats are two two
In the streets theyre ashamed of what you do
Youre a freak you aint ready for the stage theyll boo you
Youre shook I can see clear through you
Hooked on anything that really dont suit you
And I got better bars and no Will I wont shoot you
Cos you beg, you aint a celeb
Spit your lyric now, dont go brain dead
Youre a fool, your little dubs didnt slew me though
Dissing my bro when youre older than Coolio
Cokey youre looney tooney
Youre so old you where spitting with Spooney
Your mums skinny, youre from Trini
You bum Billy thats why your girl come see me its long really

s** ya momma!

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 03:18