Couple Of Stacks - Dizzee Rascal

Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back

Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack

Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back

Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack

Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back

Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack

Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back

I’ll kill you

I’ll kill everything you stand for

Cause you’re a bitch and a manwhore

I’ll settle the damn score and more

About my own beef, I don’t care about a gang war

Ain’t hard to shoot

It ain’t hard to fall

So what you waiting for?

I’ll break your jaw

I’ll take the law into my own hands

You wanna fuck me up?

I’ve got my own plans

Keep running your cakehole

I’ll have you buried in the ground like a potato

You better lay low

Fall back when I say so

I’ll have you dressed all white wearing a halo

All I really give a damn about is the pesos

I let the devil take over

Believe I’m colder

And the chip on my shoulder

Is more bigger and bolder

And I’m out of control so don’t say I never told ya

(Ma'am, are you alright?)

Think I’m some kind of cunt?

Think that I won’t pull some kind of stunt?

Think that I won’t leave some kind of lump?

Pull out the pump like it’s that time of month?

And don’t think I’m some kind of monk

Or a peacemaker, a deceased hater is the best kind

Don’t wanna see me go blind

Don’t cross the line

Cause it’s about that time

No defence, I ain’t sitting on the fence

I bust a head if I really want to vent

Or I could just kick back, be a gent

Or put a price on your head

That’s money well-spent

Money and an alibi

Money and an alibi

Money and an alibi

Money and an alibi

Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back

Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack

Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back

Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack

Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back

Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack

Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back

Stop chatting the place up

Don’t mean I have to start smacking your face up

If I weren’t doing this I’d be jacking the place up

Laced-up, on row, somebody’s getting drapsed-up

Ready to take stuff

So pick up the pace

I stay on your case

Stacking my papes up

Keep a firm grip on the tool

I never break up

And I stand tall, I’m cool

I can never shake up

Feeling foolish if you raise up

A pool of blood, you got blazed-up

You got ahead of yourself

Just steady yourself

And you think you’re heavy

But your really not ready

Just settle yourself

I suggest you fix up

If you skitz out it’ll all be tits-up

R.I.P.

you don’t wanna get ripped-up and zipped-up

All cause you’re running your lips up

Don’t bother getting a mix up

Just stay in your lane

I’m fucked in the head

That’s the way of my brain

And I’m insane

We ain’t the same

So refrain from chatting my name for capital gain

Cause this ain’t a game

When you’re dead

They’ll say it’s a shame

Talking 'bout all you could have been if you weren’t slain

And you’ve only got yourself to blame

So forget the fame

If you think I just entertain

No defence, I ain’t sitting on the fence

I bust a head if I really want to vent

Or I could just kick back, be a gent

Or put a price on your head

That’s money well-spent

Money and an alibi

Money and an alibi

Money and an alibi

Money and an alibi

Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back

Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack

Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back

Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack

Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back

Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack

Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back

Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack