Lyrics Liars in the Booth - P Money

Liars in the Booth

Yo, yeah, uh
This year was my third time performing at Glast
Remind me when he did that?
The only time he did Glastonbury was five years ago when he was being a hype
man for Mz.
Bratt
Since you’ve been on your own your career’s been trash
Couldn’t get your own set, your tunes are whack
Everybody’s doing shows I’ve been doing five years in a row my brudda now think
about that
Let me explain why your Fire in the Booth was whack
Eight minutes of acapella we don’t want that
Grime God my arse, it was blatantly rap
Put it on a 140 with no 808s and I bet you spin yourself off the track
You pussyhole, are you mad?
You don’t want it face to face about back to back
I got a whole EP for a man full of facts
Why would I hate on this Dot yout?
Said he can’t be boxed?
(boxed you)
Said you can’t be got?
(got you)
Said you can’t be dropped?
(wait, I swear your label dropped you)
You thought I weren’t gonna reply so you’re way off your line and BOW…
lobbed you
Check my CV you lost yout
If I’m gonna hate on anybody believe me it’s not you
So fuck man co-signing this yout
Snapchatting, hiding the truth
Good luck finding the truce
Flipping Nando’s rice, I’m on to you and all them garlic bredders siding with
you
I ain’t a rap guy but tell him I said scrapping is back and I’m rolling with
nines in the coup
I’m armed with shots
Charlie Sloth I beg you boss don’t let no more liars in the booth
Anyway, back to your one being whack
Man gassed it up and it was crap
Man went on big boy BBC you know and fucking did that?
All week man was chatting bout raising levels, pshh
Where was your beat levels?
Fam, I’ll argue with a Man United fan if all I wanna hear is treble
The shittest one, you’re creating medals
And fuck all your dargs, I’m on grenading kennels
The blackest Magneto when I raise the metal and lift one of your whips like
you’re racing Vettel
Wasteman, change the channel before I come and read up with that spirit you
channel
I’ve known you since back in the day, you were sleeping at studio for days
without using a flannel
I could acapella the whackest bredda
That’s why I’m on smacking bredda’s, attacking bredda’s and slapping bredda’s
You two-faced fake rapping bredda’s
Man’s a bitch now and it’s all mad for Jenners
Oi Bruce, how can a man be jealous
The maddest bredda’s know I’m too bad for bredda’s
I am Snowden with grown men plus an axe in my hand I’m actually on hacking
bredda’s
Don’t get me mad
I ain’t gonna lie this one’s gas
Mentioning Chipmunk, dunno why my man did that
Then I clocked
You were love drunk, still hungover Mz.
Bratt
Upset cuh Chipmunk smashed
Don’t you dare say you were young and all that
You were dead as soon man writ back
Let’s talk about you getting cheated on by Mz.
Bratt
Yeah, let’s talk about that
You found out Black the Ripper was ripping her back
I will tell you the truth
She was like your zoot, man was drawing your ting and giving it back
What is wrong with you and these girls?
You were chatting shit, giving her lip
But she was putting hers on somebody else
All you seem to do is take L after L
L after L after L
Shevon was a L
Lusardi, L
Mz.
Bratt told you the cameraman was only a friend and he beat that as well, L
She gave you so many L’s
No wonder why you think you shell
Fucking L
You knew she was like that as well but it’s funny cause I told you bout the girl
Let’s tell everyone why you went jail
Cause you’re a cunt
Nah I’m joking it’s cause he pulled out a display samurai that was fucking blunt
And you talk like you’re in a mazza
Wait… heard what you did to Mazza
You stole his soundpack and sold it after he made a few beats with you
That is a mazza
Joint production but never gave credit
Then a man called me a snake, don’t beg it
Telling your Twitter you’re taking back OGz with Mela and Termz but they never
said it
They were like «What?
Said it to who?
I don’t know who he’s been listening to»
Brudda I’m so on killing this yout
I got more to say on Snake EP 2