M to the B

Millie B

If you don't know me I'm M to the B

Coming in hard, you

better watch it Sophie

You think you're the

only girl doing grime

M to the B says, "Step in line"

Coming in hard with my bars

Sophie Aspin is about to get parred

Read your bars off your iPhone 4

I don't do that sht, I do it hardcore

Got murked by Little T

Now you're gettin' murked by me

You shagged bare lads,

you're a little sket

Have you heard your

bars? They're fcking pep

Fcking pep, yeah, that's what they are

Now listen carefully to my sick bars

They scream my name

like, "Yar, yar, yar"

Sophie, yeah, you're a little w e

Looking at your face, what

the fck's your contour?

Do you want me to lend you a blender?

I'm being serious, I'm

not trying to offend you

Sophie, yeah, you

should stick to singing

'Cause when you spit,

my ears are ringing

How can you shag bare lads?

Is your fanny not stinging?

I bet your fanny's fcking minging

Sort out your manky Scouse brow

M to the B is coming at you with a row

You're enough to turn all lads camp

You know that 'cause

you're a fcking tramp

Repping around in your sht clothes

Like Josh said, what

the fck's that pose?

Saying sht about people's

mums, that's tight

Sophie Aspin, do you want me a fight?

Bet your blowies are fcking shte

Fckin' shte, that's what I said

All the boys say you give sht head

That's what I said so what you gonna do?

All the things you spit

about aren't even true

Sophie Aspin, little rat

I bet you're riddled

and probs got the clap

Soph, yeah, you can't murk me

You're a slag, riddled with STDs

Fck that sht, couldn't

be arsed being you

You're an animal, you belong in a zoo

I'm sending for you so

what're you gonna do?

You bounce on ne t man's dck

like a kangaroo, like a kangaroo

So, Soph, where do we go from here?

If I send back, I'll

throw you off the pier

I'm sending for you with no fear

So come on Soph, what's

the best you can give?

Your bars are sht so

you may as well quit

You may as well quit

'cause your bars are sht

Your bars are fake and my bars are real

Is it true you got bummed on a field?

You think you're a chav

with your string jacket

Turn Sophie Aspin off,

what a fcking racket

What a fcking racket

We all know, the best MC

It's M to the B, it's M to the B

It's M M M M M to the B

It's M to the B, it's M to the B

Bang

Sophie, you're not the only

girl who can spit bars

I've just showed you how it's done

You said you're not gonna send back

We'll see, won't we