[Intro: Billy Bright & Zeberdee from Football Factory]
Nah let's have it right. You tryna mug me off?
Oh shut up. I'm only fucking about and that
What do ya mean fucking about?
What?
What do you mean what?
You know just
Well don't fucking just

[Chorus: Jonny Dutch]
He's a prick, he's a mug. I'ma weigh him in
If he's on the phone now tell him that I'm saying it
A little bit of grief, now we gotta beef
Shirts rolled mates scrapping in the streets
He's a prick, he's a mug. I'ma weigh him in
If he's on the phone now tell him that I'm saying it
A little bit of grief, now we gotta beef
Shirts rolled mates scrapping in the streets

[Verse 1: Jonny Dutch]
Started with a late goal, cut back, FIFA
Now it's war dubs, Hit 'Em Up slash Ether
Scrapping in your mums living room filled with goons
Looking on like no-one's even wrong, this is long
You wanna take it back there, four-five years past
Now you bring it up like you had it all prepared
Acting like I care brother chatting out your rear
You wanna [?] I'ma light a flair
No one knows you like your mates, shared past and mistakes
Got pals tryna pull you both apart from the hate
Ten minutes later it's a hug and handshake
And you can't even remember that it started from a game
FIFA should be only played in management mode
One on one games too much agg is involved
I just nearly slapped Sam for an Anderson goal
I'll get therapy or I'll put down the control ya know

[Chorus: Jonny Dutch]
He's a prick, he's a mug. I'ma weigh him in
If he's on the phone now tell him that I'm saying it
A little bit of grief, now we gotta beef
Shirts rolled mates scrapping in the streets
He's a prick, he's a mug. I'ma weigh him in
If he's on the phone now tell him that I'm saying it
A little bit of grief, now we gotta beef
Shirts rolled mates scrapping in the streets
[Verse 2: Danny Graft]
Another day another agg with my dad
I could have a row with a brown paper bag
A white one too 'cause my temper ain't prejudiced
I just lost my rag telling Jack he's a pessimist
Out to the irony, you better not be eyeing me
I'll hit him quicker than the shitter after every night on E
I told my parents I'ma make it
But I can't stand debating every piss that I be taking
Told my missus that I ain't David Beckham
I can't take you out but I use my balls better
If you want the flash life the only way is Essex
But this is Beckenham a night in Friction is what you're getting
Mates keep saying when's The Manor gonna blow?
'Cause they know we'll bring them in but have they got me if we don't
Stop me if I'm wrong, yeah I know we're taking long
To the fans getting at me are you happy here's your songs

[Chorus: Jonny Dutch]
He's a prick, he's a mug. I'ma weigh him in
If he's on the phone now tell him that I'm saying it
A little bit of grief, now we gotta beef
Shirts rolled mates scrapping in the streets
He's a prick, he's a mug. I'ma weigh him in
If he's on the phone now tell him that I'm saying it
A little bit of grief, now we gotta beef
Shirts rolled mates scrapping in the streets
[Verse 3: It's Nate]
Here we have it a bit of nagging
Got waved out and went savage
Next day my babes she went manic
Saying that I'm scandalous
Said from day dot that you knew that I was rapping this
Life that I live and the life that I live
Is the life that you're in can you handle it
Cause I'm managing and I don't need this
After arguments with managers, promoters, jokers
Know that Nates haggling, hard-headed
No I ain't having it, so if I ain't feeling it then it ain't happening
It ain't personal but it's me that's on the line
And I don't like embarrassment
And man change up their style when they jump in front of cameras
Bros switch up now they lookin' like some amateurs
That's real damaging that's how I see it so I say it
I'm the same Nate no matter what day it is

[Chorus: Jonny Dutch]
He's a prick, he's a mug. I'ma weigh him in
If he's on the phone now tell him that I'm saying it
A little bit of grief, now we gotta beef
Shirts rolled mates scrapping in the streets
He's a prick, he's a mug. I'ma weigh him in
If he's on the phone now tell him that I'm saying it
A little bit of grief, now we gotta beef
Shirts rolled mates scrapping in the streets