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posh british boy raps in car - mc hammersmith lyrics

stacked with more sweet bars than a kiosk
uh, bred posh like brioche
spitting on the mic is my duty for you
though i look like david tennant crossed with louis theroux
how am i so sick? that is such a riddle
i’m a class act and the class is upper middle
but my bl**dy phrasing’s just amazing
rhymes so cold you’ll need double glazing
your girl not attractive in the slightest
my girl leggy like a hundred spiders
your girl costs you lot financially
my girl’s cheap ‘cos she’s imaginary
still, i got that manly humanity
i live in a mansion with a really big manatee
man saying i’m not manly when i rhyme
but i’m such a man’s man i say “man” all the time

like manner man are rapping in has managed to be mangling
semantics ’til i’m animate and manic as a mannequin
i’m angrily demanding man to manacle thesе maddening
and manufactured rappers that i’m manually dismantling

uh, i’m likе a big door
‘cos i’m about to slam
and i’m not handing out conserve
when i say i’ll make the crowd jam
my bars are sick
with the dopest rhyme schemes
and i’ll shut down your bars
like i’m covid*19
when i’m on the microphone i rip it to infinity
sickest with the syllables and sibilance and similes
stop that quibblin’, got that discipline
take a whack rapper and i stick ’em in the litter bin
rap a fly spectacle and stand on my pedestal
ball so hard like a calcified t*st*cl*
uh, all these lame jokers need to know i hate posers
no plastic plants, but these rappers just some fake flowers
yeah, i’ll make these suckers mad because i’m such a lad
i’m a bad motherf*cker, i keep f*cking dads

my gun brings heat like a massive cooker
firearm on point like alan sugar
yeah my gun’s so big, it’s really quite super
i shoot and destroy cats like tom hooper
i’m firing bullets steadily
you’re firing blaks: vasectomy
i’m armed big, my gat’s enormous
you’re armed small: tyrannosaurus
just to be clear: the size of my weapon is heinous
gun so massive they mistake it for my p*n*s

the ladies love my sound and flair
birds flocking round my column like trafalgar square
grind so hard i’m rapping to my limits
work intens like a manager of millets
don’t try your luck on me
i’m fly and phat: duck confit
for sick lyircs i’ve got a hard*on
dope on the track: lance armstrong
big on tiktok: no horologist
taking the p*ss: no urologist
serve you fast: no boris becker
make sh*t pop: no dr pepper
flow so drastic into position
loco mad sh*t twistin’ the rhythm
solo ratchet this is my vision
go go gadget: sick lyricism
these rappers so boring, i’m actually snoring
i’m laying it down like it’s laminate flooring
you see i’m compellin’, stop being a melon
i’m crushing this bridge like i’m ian mckellen
devour the rhythm like carrots and hummus
and feast on these rappers like salmon and couscous
the crazies dog, i be making them jog
and i put the og into jacob rees*mogg
and i’m drippin’ in followers, sicker than cholera
lyrics that’s fitter than philippa forrester
this’ll astonish ya, sisters i’m rockin’ a
d*ck that’s so bick it could pivot a gondola

into the rhythm i’ve added a rest
(inhaling) for catching my breath
that is the way i get lyrically busy
i would do more but i feel a bit dizzy

- mc hammersmith lyrics

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