Copwork (Blockwork Diss) lyrics

[Intro: Matt10]
Glah-glah
War's too Nasty
Glah-glah

[Verse 1: Matt10]
One with the stick, I keep a pole (Glah)
One to his head, then one to his throat
Shootin' at hoodies, I don't need scope
1, 2, 3, 4, that boy is a ghost (Glah-glah-glah)
Like what? Like how?
He wanted beef then I burnt his cow (Mid)
Smokin' on people, that sh*t is foul
You speak on the past, I'm talkin' bout now
You smokin' on people you don't even know? (How?)
You say that you rich, but I know that you broke (Glah-glah)
Scam for a feature, this sh*t is a joke
If I see your b*tch, that di*k she gon' choke (Lil' b*tch)
I heard what you said, that sh*t was not funny (Nuh-h)
Aim for his legs, he hop like a bunny (Glah)
Spoke on my name, he in the tomb like a mummy
Think that he fly but his nose lookin' runny (Glah-glah)
Now I'ma keep talkin, lets speak on the back
You hit my DM, talkin' this chat
I thought you wеre cool, you turnt to a rat (Rat)
Flip through the 6, I got through it back
D&D, that sh*t was just wack
Talkin' about Sha, when EK put you right in thе map (How?)
This not a diss, I'm just speakin facts
You burn every bridge, just tap people back (Facts)
Well, this a diss, and I'm talkin the facts
You mention my name, you get put on a track
Smokin' on people, you didn't even step
I said that 5 times, put it to rest
Internet gangsters talkin' that sh*t
All in my comments, suckin' my di*k
Said they wanna see me end up in a spliff
When I show you a problem keep words on that sh*t
Say you about it, but you ain't on sh*t
Smokin' on opps you ain't even hit
Yes, I'm white, but your body built like McLovin' and a couple of sticks
[?] Better back it up
You from the suburbs, better stop actin' tough
I heard all that talk, new topic, I had enough
Next time you see me in public, do something I'll come block (Glah-glah)
[Bridge: Sha EK]
Glah, glah
Gang-gang-gang
OGz the f*ck up

[Verse 2: Sha EK]
That lil' n*gga pus*y, that n*gga a rat (Rat)
When I catch em', that n*gga a pack
n*gga I made you, you know that's a fact
But now I can't wait 'till that day that you lack
You better run if I spin through the 8 (Don't run)
See your Mama, I spit in her face
Everything dead, he better duck from my n*ggas, cause that lil' n*gga a plate (Baow-baow-baow-baow)

[Outro]
That lil' n*gga pus*y, that n*gga a rat (Rat)
When I catch em', that n*gga a pack
n*gga I made you, you know that's a fact
But now I can't wait 'till that day that you lack
You better run if I spin through the 8 (Don't Run)
See your Mama, I spit in her face
Everything dead, he better duck from my n*ggas, cause that lil' n*gga a plate (Baow-baow-baow-baow)