[Intro: Chip & Charlie Sloth]
It can be a warning to anyone, like I said. When we hear funny 'tings. If that's... if it goes just over sixty percent of the mark of, 'That could be at Chip', and you're in the Premier League, 'cause it goes right down to conference (mmm). Let's not- let's not get it twisted in this rap thing; I'll be at your neck, rudeboy!
[Intro]
Mh, hold tight Zdot on production
[Verse 1]
I got a phone call from Jammer
'Cause Chip wants to know if it's beef or music
And Chip don't want no trouble
Chip definitely doesn't wanna see me when I lose it
Alright Jammer, come, let's do this
I grab Chip in a headlock and use him
I'm from a little town called Manchester
I'm about to do this million views 'ting
Check my Fire in the Booth, it's moving
Chipmunks Fire in the Booth was borin'
I set fire to the building
Chip made everybody in the building start snoring
It's meant to grime, he's talking pop politics
Like any of that's important
I think Chip might've missed his callin'
He could've been a teacher with all that talking
Wait, maybe he's falling, into depression, but that's just me
How many of your chains are in one piece?
Or did they all get popped off?
Don't talk about shows in my town
Like your lickle show can't get locked off
I turn into the devil, take off the door
Then I let two-two shots off
Pap! Pap!
It can be a warning to anyone, like I said. When we hear funny 'tings. If that's... if it goes just over sixty percent of the mark of, 'That could be at Chip', and you're in the Premier League, 'cause it goes right down to conference (mmm). Let's not- let's not get it twisted in this rap thing; I'll be at your neck, rudeboy!
[Intro]
Mh, hold tight Zdot on production
[Verse 1]
I got a phone call from Jammer
'Cause Chip wants to know if it's beef or music
And Chip don't want no trouble
Chip definitely doesn't wanna see me when I lose it
Alright Jammer, come, let's do this
I grab Chip in a headlock and use him
I'm from a little town called Manchester
I'm about to do this million views 'ting
Check my Fire in the Booth, it's moving
Chipmunks Fire in the Booth was borin'
I set fire to the building
Chip made everybody in the building start snoring
It's meant to grime, he's talking pop politics
Like any of that's important
I think Chip might've missed his callin'
He could've been a teacher with all that talking
Wait, maybe he's falling, into depression, but that's just me
How many of your chains are in one piece?
Or did they all get popped off?
Don't talk about shows in my town
Like your lickle show can't get locked off
I turn into the devil, take off the door
Then I let two-two shots off
Pap! Pap!
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