Shotgun Hotline by Jack Fox

The way I grab hold of mics you can tell that I’m a go getter
You want to go bar for bar? You should know better
I don’t need to be told that the flows special
Cos every time I rap I get a gold medal
Fat boy rapping but it’s not a fucking gimmick
Hitting 7-0 in the Honda, whipping something siddick
Your girl in my DMs, and she’s fucking with it
Cos from a distance my hair looking, Muzzy Izzet
Innit, the cards about to change hands
My new girl a sex worker but she makes bank
At least I know my sex life is in safe hands
Touched her titty, busted early, had to change pants
Great, damn. Counting the matches you’ve dropped like Rain. Man.
I be getting applause like when a plane. Lands.
Everything that I have worked for is a great. Plan.
Now wave hands

Don’t listen to the haters. Ever.
You don’t have to do anything you don’t want
Giz a bell
Anytime!
Yo

Can you hear my stomach rumble? Cos am starving
Ay, saying RIP to Jack Charlton
South Shields, the home where it all starts from
Write for my community, like Dan Harmon
Uh, can’t tell me a fucking thing
Flow sweeter than a tea with 5 sugars in
Fox chain around my neck looks like a fucking rink
She’s got a lot of arse but no brains, she can’t fucking think
I’m that ignorant, ah rap diligent
Spitting on beats that sound like something Dilla sent
My vocal chords my only sword when I go to war
Cos I just need my voice as my instrument
Huh, and it’s loud
If you’re riding the wave, don’t dismount
I’m tryna keep grinding ’til we stick out
And be more recognisable than this sound

Don’t listen to the haters. Ever.
You don’t have to do anything you don’t want
Giz a bell
Anytime!
Ay

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• UK Hip Hop Rap
• boom bap
• punchlines
• underground hip hop
• South Shields