No matter where I've been no better place than where I live

Sometimes we start again to show them why we first begin and oh oh

I know it's been a long time so won't you say it again

Meanest Man up in my city

Ain't no time to sit around and look pretty

Check my grin and and crooked smile Son I'm still a crooked child

Murder any crocodile that's lurking in the river Nile

Maybe I should think a while scrap that and think again

I'm thinking vile I'll fuck your bird like Harry Styles

But I've been Dirty like Harry since I've been lurking in Daggy

But then I used my Ed in the Lab I Was 32

I don't need you like my boy Scissors let me slice you into slivers

Burn you I'm the boss you're about to die Smithers

You must be Justin Timberlake I see you crying rivers

Tell me who's the sickest and realest the science spitters

Stick my dick in Dianne Vickers it's lucky I'm not religious

But now I'm fucking cross I've got my adversaries touching cloth

Meanest MC you'll see or come across

Devlin I think I might just take it from here

Call me a genius

Who gives a bloody rats arse what I'm seen as

Maybe if you throw me a guitar and a beat

I can show you why these freshman don't dance with the seniors

Too many fake believers

Too many copycats trying to play Jesus

Too many followers pied piping they ain't leaders

I smell something fishy pull out a can of Febreeze shit

And breathe in you and me sin ain't a saint see I know we're all evens

Honesty is a step closer to freedom

That's what I'll be even if that don't mean rich

So fuck all these fake popstars

Even Nina Simone's saying that I go hard come on

Yeah I go hard now

My Wretchersise is everybody's insanity

What you call a casualty I be causing casually

What you call a salary I used to cause a cavity

What you call rapping B I call it chatting rapidly

Got in tune with gravity when they tried stabbing me

But dumb fools couldn't say a sentence on my scrabble street

I speake the truth and I live by it I'm taking the piss I'm on a shit diet

Bought a fast car to keep the kids quiet

Driving down memory lane I see mum crying

Six sirens pigs flying officer violent wringing my neck

Tryna ask me for my Dad but I'm on silent

Strong silence suck your Mum trying

I'm back with the next hit I'm screaming out till you accept it

And written words should be corrected

I'm fucking dyslexic a dirty flow over the beat

Making it sound so sweet but septic

I'm bumping the fresh shit with Lab Devlin and now Wretch is

Making every fan get restless

A heavy heart hanging from my chest like a necklace

And yeah I've got papers but I don't tell the press shit

You should expect this I'm making a believer from sceptics

And no gift shop at the exit

Well this is a head trip I spent a couple years in a bedsit

A cesspit but I don't forget this

Your lyrics hold no weight they're anorexic

You better invest in an alphabetical breakfast

If you feel disrespected that's just the way the words are collected

Just giving you a little perspective Now you know

Just when they thought I couldn't cross the line

That's when I got here in the nick of time

Cuz who are they to say That ain't fly as a motherfucker

No time for faded dreams bring out the laser beams and say