The Centenary Toumi

[Verse - Toumi]
Name's Toumi
Fire breathing hell raising heathen
The demon butcher's cut from the belly of the behemoth
It's all cold and fly until we're in the Winter season, bitch, the fuck you think's an arctic falcon to a desert eagle?
It's evil
The type of shit that ain't allowed a sequel
If you see me spittin' fire then you know i brought the diesel
Think you're something special but your matter's only faecal fool
You're leaning on a pad and sitting next to you's an easel

You need more colour in your lines
Bro might start slipping if he thinks I'm scared of him
Man wanna battle me? I'mma take care of him
Crept on, Conan'd like the barbarian

I ain't a prince man I made some mischief
With Will that got me in brown like Harry
I'll light up your life like the match of the day 'fore I chip up to linacre road and eat gary

What?
You think coz I nearly died like 5 times that I'd knock that shit on the head?
Bitch talk, that lad and I'm no wimp fam
I ain't even going to quit AFTER I'm dead

Real big spliff when I blaze in my grave
Six deep, all pale and bony as fuck
Trippin balls with my Jaw half way across the cemetery goin hella white on the pills I just took