dissin' fe what? bad man only diss bwoy who piss bad man off. but bad man a sit down and a chill right now. however, if somebody inform bad man how to embed mp3 pon dis here forum, yuh will hear some of bad man's mc-ing.
Bad man so fast that you cant comprehend Me bruk de speed limit so bad it cannot mend You say you want race? You're outta yuh mind Before your pedals turn, me leave you behind On yuh marks? Yuh ready? You lost de race already 'Cause bad man nuh have time for slow nor steady London messenja dem just cower in fear 'cause right now de original fast man is here So, don't bother challenge, don't bother try test Otherwise me goin' leave you down inna de coffin for rest Believe, You betta leave, an' get outta de place 'cause not even Lance Armstrong coulda keep up wid my pace
My own courier business just start. Me deliver lead shell from gun to heart. Any time you pay, me kill any blood clart; From dis mortal coil so dem must depart! Don't have no worries, nor any suspicion; De only signature me need is from de mortician. Bwoy you betta really enjoy your last breath, 'cause when me get P.O.D. it's Proof Of Death!
Any time you want, jus gimme de docket; Any place you want, you know I will rock it. Me have sixteen gun inna me pocket - Dats why me leave me bike and me dont have to lock it. Bad man nah laugh, bad man nah smile; When bad man a work, it's ragamuffin style. Me ride from Glasgow down to Carlisle; From Mon to Fri me cover two thousand mile.
Bad Man nah deal wid no coke nor no crack; Me have bare nutritious foodstuff inna me sack. Come Tour de France, me done lead de pack; Me bike well adjusted, my chain don't slack. Up 'pon de mountains me start to attack; Dem can't keep up 'cause a strength dem a lack. Some of dem a give up, some of dem a turn back; Drive home inna dem car wid de bike 'pon de rack!
When Bad Man enter rollapaluza, him leave behind a whole heap o'loser! So go drown your sorrows inna de boozer!
'cause nobody can match my cadence; if you try test me, you nah have no sense. there will be no tension, there will be no suspense - 'cause i will destroy you with my magnificence. So bwoy, get 'pon de bike and sit down 'pon de seat. step 'pon de pedals and just strap in your feet. Bad man nah mess around, bad man nuh cheat; If you got any brains you will prepare for defeat. Don't bother turn around, don't look at de clock! Cause when you see de needle, you goin' get a shock! Your legs will soon feel heavy like concrete block; Your friends dem all a-laugh and a-joke and a-mock! Fifteen seconds me sprint five hundred metre; Why yuh think de bwoy dem call me de Roller Beater? Me ride nuff distance, dem call me Mile Eater; Me legs have more power than a gigawatt heater! Me nah tell no lie, me nah no pretender; My legs spin "faster than an overclocked blender". Nuh matter what your race or your age or your gender, You will get beat by roller title defender. Nobody can calculate how fast me spin de gear, So bwoy, tek your weak legs and run outta here. Go down de pub and go drink ten beer 'cause my speed an my strength have 'nuff people inna fear. Dem coulda come from London, Paris or Budapest; Nuh matter where dem come from, no bwoy can test. Bad Man nah joke, Bad Man nah Jest, Me have de world's biggest lungs inna me chest! My VO2 Max is three times that of Lance. My grip is firm and rigid like a karate stance; My pedalling is smoother than a ballroom dance. If you think you coulda beat me, well I tell you no chance!