1st verse:

My toenails triple black I don't brush my teeth
Connects to Chris chalkley, the PRSC
Katy Rose, that's my nickname
Got ketamine running through my skinny veins
We get fucked, any occasion
Squat your yard, when we leave it needs renovation
I'm a hypocrite, cus bitch I does coke
But my poi string, is pure hemp rope
I ain't washed in a week
So when ya bitch sucks my nob all she's tasting is sheese
I'm dairy free bailiffs ain't scaring me
Fuck the police, heddlu n BCC
Fuck tesco, they my foes for my life
That's why we're slinging bricks by telepathic heights
Thats not a metaphor l mean it literally
I Wholesale mung beans, and b's of 2cb
Muesli knitting, yeah I'm still tripping
We're top cats, you guys is just kittens
I'm Krusty but nothing like the Simpsons
We're beefing supermarkets a war of attrition

2nd verse:

I'm 36, know better but I need a reason,
I'm 36, no to Tesco now we yoghurt weaving,
Your a heathen, product of the non-believing,
Vegan gods, Props to Chris, fuck your shop cus we ain't leaving,
Did I mention?! Prestige on red dead redemption?!
Ef a pension, trust fund, blunderbuss, dread extensions,
So Don't come to us with any questions,
PRSC, test me, we got White dreadie henchmen,
See I have a dream, it's a cabbage scene, mad salad cream,
more green than a rabbit seen, then I awoke, man I'm choked,
ketamine, least I got my beans, and I got my beads...
Chalkley?! Yeah I had his back since we been playing hackie sack,
Gladly strap, my poi for my boy in them lavish flats,
So where my army at?! Smarmy twats in army hats,
charge it back to my daddy, caddie full of armangac,
House partaayyy, now we closing streets,
Crocs on my feet, we wonking to a different beat,
So don't fuck around you'll end up on newsbeat!
We shutting Tesco down now... For two weeks!