Letra de TKO - Swarmz

Madman, madman (Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold)

Madman, madman (Madman)

K on the track

Yo, they don't wanna see me go mad, Hulk Hogan

Should I pick Jake Paul? Should I pick Logan?

Licking off shots, so they call me Phil Foden

Coming for necks, nah, brudda, I ain't joking

What's the Plan B? Kristen Hanby, get me angry

Dish out the candy, legs shakin', make it wobble like Bambi

Don't play games, brudda, this ain't Jumanji

Mum said I should go invest (Invest)

Austin, he got repossessed

If you're bad, yo, brudda come speak with chest

If you don't step right, then you might get left (My man)

How can you leave your girlfriend stressed?

Now your kids homeless, don't you think that's f'd?

But the prick's hopeless, must be smoking meth

Thought you had Hovis, but you must have less

Who's that bredda? Joe Weller

Don't lemme go and grab for the leather

Big .44, no safety sweater

The kickback huge, come big like Heather

Two weeks straight, man collected cheddar

Punch man up like whatever the weather (My man)

Joe wasn't talking when we was together

Put us in the ring, I'ma show man pressure

Jordan, Harvey, forget Wassabi

I was in the party, tryna get narni (Ayy, yo)

Then I got a call from Mams, KSI

Kristen Hanby, I ain't gonna lie

Corns gonna fly, are you tryna die?

Send him to the sky, I ain't tryna hear replies

Let me give advice if I pull up with the guys

Me n' you ain't really size if I swing a hefty right

Still got Deji up on my radar

Don't take man for idiot, Pineda

Can everyone please do me a favour? (What's that?)

Leave me to count all my paper

Two-two favour, swing jaw breaker

Half Bajan but I rep Jamaica

Businessman, but I love my paper

Don't play games, nah, this ain't the Sega

Bryce Hall, you could never be an idol

Bryce Hall, after the fight you'll need a bible

Austin clapped you, how suicidal

When I beat man up, man, I want my title

Jordan fly like, Michael, Vital, coming like a cycle

Roll with the mandem moving tribal

If I swing my left hand at his eyeball

He ain't on it, just be honest

Lock shit down like my name is Boris

Any little yute, man, you need some porridge

Their heart ain't in it, they need some courage

Yo, upfront like Kane and Sturridge (Yo)

Yeah, they hate, but they don't pay 'omage

Dropped out of school and I didn't go college

Wrapped up a fool and his bitch gave me knowledge

Yo, they don't wanna see me go mad, Hulk Hogan

Should I pick Jake Paul? Should I pick Logan?

Licking off shots, so they call me Phil Foden

Coming for necks, nah, brudda, I ain't joking

What's the Plan B? Kristen Hanby, get me angry

Dish out the candy, legs shakin', make it wobble like Bambi

Don't play games, brudda, this ain't Jumanji

Yo, louder, that's it, louder, louder, louder

Madman, hahaha

Madman, madman, yo

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