Christmas Gift
[Verse 1: FlenD.M.A]
Behjz Boyz
It's New Years Eve, no stopping
I'll be stocking your stocking with the CD
Cause no ones topping us its so easy
Bang it on your hi-fi its steezy
BBK better know that my flow is BBC standard even left handed G
So don't be stranding me I'm your teacher, Stormzy's outside just begging for a feature

[Hook: FlenD.M.A]
Well come inside and try stay in time like me
You ain't no Ringo, your girl's a gringo and
I won her playing bingo and she's pikey
So think because my flows are like Nike
I just do it on the mic-y, so hit the likey
Cuz this beats so freshly mixed, and
This is the Behjz Boyz Christmas gift
We're wiping out the grime scene with a flashy rhyme scheme
So see if you can catch my drift

[Verse 2: MC Marge]
The raw fish gobbler
Overgrown toddler
I don't try and write bars I let the booze do it for me
A white bread and butter salty mustard orgy
Few cans of tuna fish a custard forgery
Lips like doormats eyes all gawky
Still giving birds sore thighs till I'm 40
You want me out the house your gonna have to fucking force me (fuck off)
Of course G
I never skimp on the cheese, I scrimp shotting shrimp getting money for Gs
And while I'm sick in the sink in a plain white Tee
Flen's off shotting drugs at the DMV
Bloods clotting and rotting
Plotting yaughting and squatting
Blocking rocking and chopping
Clocking cropping and cocking
Copping and docking, dropping flocking and
Flopping, hopping and jogging
Knocking locking and mopping
Nodding and plodding, popping prodding and robbing
Shocking, shobbin shobblenergherhg...
(fuck off)
[Verse 3: Doomzday]
Getting in the pubs now we're older and 18
Starting to see the future its turning green
The leaders of the world, gather in paris
Discuss issues about how the world could vanish
It could be a conspiracy, a new world order
Smoke up it will make your mind a lot more broader
When I'm in my car I'll play all your favourite beats
Have us playing tunes that will leave us on repeat
We're like bees coming out from underneath
Gonna go round like a king yeah, like masterchief
We'll set off to a party getting hearty in Stroud
Hotbox all the rooms yeah a really fatty cloud
If I go on a mad one go crazy like King Kong
Gonna fall on the floor, no shoes like like a mong
Have a banger yeah its New Years Eve
Get some sticky ganja out my sleeve
Getting fucked is what we wanna achieve
Yeah its New Years fucking Eve

[Hook: FlenD.M.A]

[Verse 4: ProtoType]
(Right, third time lucky)
Approaching the mic with a different kind of mind set
Flying a kite tied on the side of white jet
Writing my rhymes with the guys at the bike shed
Cyanide in my eyes while I'm drying my knife set
Mic check one two spitting on a dumb tune 
All I really wanna do is sort some cro and bun a zoot
Jumping out a plane but I'm not wearing a parachute
Going underground yo I travel in a narrow tube
Drink up your insides like your just a fucking Froob
Stoner like my names shaggy bunnin doobs with Scoob
(Thats it)

[Verse 5: Epileptic Spit]
Christmas time
Recording my beats between the sheets
Getting drunk and finding shit to eat 
Christmas hanging gotten me defeat 
Smoke a zoot before I puke
From the green and beer in me 
Overloading on the t h c
Eyes Chinese, Get at the tv
Lay back high and watch some Star Wars
The Princess Leia, I laid her
Getting action from all star whores
My minds tripping and my body's in meltdown
Want some twiglets better get off the couch now
Seshing hard on trivial pursuit
Open some gifts and fuckin check out the loot
A book DVDs and a bottle of wine and cheese
Is the shit for me
Drink hard roll up and blaze trees
It's all I fuckin need

[Bridge: FlenD.M.A]
Stormzy's outside just begging for a feature
[Hook: FlenD.M.A]