Big Man Tune - Jammer, Skepta

Draw for the tool

Go on then, go on then

Think I’m a fool

Go on then, go on then

Draw for the mash

Go on then, go on then

Still wanna clash

Go on then, go on then, go on then

Wasteman!

Psycho!

Wanna clash man then you better be

Pussyole just cycle

Might get mad and draw for the

Verse 1: (Jammer)

I’m a big man but I’m not thirty

Yeah, watch me get dirty

Murkle man, watch me get murky

Heat man up, roast man like turkey

And I take the

Even the big black can’t hurt me

Told you before that my styles too murky

And if you text me then you’re gonna need surgery

Cos I’ll draw for the .44

Blud your jaw down the corridor

You know my jaw

Cos you’ve seen me on the DVD before

Manaman said don’t think you’re raw

Blud your jaw down the corridor

Man get dipped in the jaw

It’s the murkle man, you know the score

Chorus: (Skepta & Jammer)

Draw for the tool

Go on then, go on then

Think I’m a fool

Go on then, go on then

Draw for the mash

Go on then, go on then

Still wanna clash

Go on then, go on then, go on then

Wasteman!

Psycho!

Wanna clash man then you better be

Pussyole just cycle

Might get mad and draw for the

Verse 2: (Skepta)

Go on then, go on then, go on then

Draw for the Bucky

Make a man transform into a duppy

Won’t bring a Bucky if the Bucky ain’t mucky

The machete will leave your t shirt dutty

Make your belly look like a box of Kentucky

Might just lose your left eye if you’re lucky

Have the nurse start sewing up your face like chucky

Go on then draw for the Bucky

Who else

The battyboy got facety

True we caught man slipping in Sainsbury’s

I’m a big man but I’m not eighty

Roll to the war like a soldier from the Kuwaiti

That’s how I’m going on lately

Draw the grey ting, bullets sing like Maisie

I’ll make a shower face look like Stacey

That’s how I’m going on lately

Chorus: (Skepta & Jammer)

Draw for the tool

Go on then, go on then

Think I’m a fool

Go on then, go on then

Draw for the mash

Go on then, go on then

Still wanna clash

Go on then, go on then, go on then

Wasteman!

Psycho!

Wanna clash man then you better be

Pussyole just cycle

Might get mad and draw for the

Verse 3: (Skepta & Jammer)

Know yourself when you’re not in the booth

When I touch mic I only speak truth

Run when you hear the dogs go woof woof

Don’t care if you’re a twelve year old youth

Go on then, go on then, jump on the roof

When you come down your head will get oof

Blud you’ll be missing more than one tooth

You’ll be missing your whole set of teeth

Wanna run up your mouth, then I’m that beast

Go to the ends and get my piece

Load up the mash now I’m ready for the beef

Bullets are mash just like teeth

Okay then you wanna start some beef

Go to the ends and get my piece

Double already told you you’re at East

You’re a wasteman, you ain’t on no beef

Chorus: (Jammer & Skepta)

Draw for the tool

Go on then, go on then

Think I’m a fool

Go on then, go on then

Draw for the mash

Go on then, go on then

Still wanna clash

Go on then, go on then, go on then

Wasteman!

Psycho!

Wanna clash man then you better be

Pussyole just cycle

Might get mad and draw for the, draw for the

Draw for the tool

Go on then, go on then

Think I’m a fool

Go on then, go on then

Draw for the mash

Go on then, go on then

Still wanna clash

Go on then, go on then, go on then

Wasteman!

Psycho!

Wanna clash man then you better be

Pussyole just cycle

Might get mad and draw for the

Outro: (Jammer)

Go on then, go on then!

That’s how it’s going down

Diver

Skepta and Jammer