| Mr. Dabbla |
| AKA Puppa Murc |
| AKA The one punch wonder |
| AKA The lazy eye |
| AKA that loser from Barnet |
| AKA Shut the fuck up when I’m talking to you |
| Yeah I’m built for this, MC’s dunno how to deal with this |
| Killed the lyricist and dragged his body in the wilderness |
| It’s the children of the corn causing damage |
| So hungry for the papes I’ll eat a horses miscarriage |
| Spit the baddest type of shit you’ve ever heard |
| Murdering the first, second and the third reoccurring |
| Tighter than a virgin, tighter than the gloves on a surgeon |
| Or submarine doors when submerging |
| In other words I’m serving, urban or suburban |
| Doesn’t really matter still see the fire burning |
| This is higher learning, higher than I’d have to be to walk in China Whites and |
| try buy a pint of bourbon |
| I ain’t even ramping, stuff that we’re stamping in your head |
| So tough I’ll give a buffalo a trampling |
| You know what, fuck this |
| I’m so sick I take out my bottom ribs just to suck my own dick |
| Don’t give a shit what you think, we’re going on stink |
| Wash my balls and my armpits in the sink |
| Living life on the edge, mixing my drinks |
| It’s gone right to my head now shits on the brink |
| It’s the massacre, Mr. Dabbla the babbler |
| But man he’s been through more bush than David Attenborough |
| I’m telling ya, skiller kill a messenger |
| Have a bredda shitting in his knickers like an enema |
| Woh, follow through with the flow |
| Original rudeboy I get booed every show |
| Flush it, when I buss it, you can’t touch it |
| Truss it, we get dirty like your girls gusset |
| Muss it, be this way? Yep lets discuss it |
| Basically, we’re blowing up like double decker busses |
| I was chosen, cryogeneticly frozen |
| Shit on MC’s and expose 'em |