STEVEN BARTLETT

Confident like Steven Bartlett

Not a Thatcher like a Margaret

Hoping one day comes the joy

Wrote a Story with the Toy (Toy Story)

Not a Woody but a goodie

Like to wear my navy hoodie

Tell that guy he little boy

Can’t be slamming doors no joy

Confidence Is what they envy

What a twat like Daniel Levy

Can’t be talking foul you see

You’ll be found just by the sea

You’re a B grade to an Etsy

Back ‘09 I jumped on jet ski

Times were fun It had to be

Shoot my shot I brought Ruby

First of all don’t touch that candle

That ain’t yours you know I’ll handle

Don’t care what you say you know

In UK you know we show

Can’t be trap I’ll show the bando

With my wrist and fist and hand though

See my Skin you see the Glow?

In Dior the products show

Can’t be texting me like mandem

Foreign student you are random

Can’t be swearing you’re a tool

Yo I swear your face a fool

Went to Market not at Camden

Freshie lots are there so fandom

Let me take you back to school

See my accent pretty cool

Character Is what I look at

Liars cannot stand them meerkat

But you lied I caught you out

Catching feelings you’re a trout

Did my boxing bring my hook at

Want no beef I’ll spark you right at

One eighty like In a bout

In a fight you will tap out

Told you I am straight up person

Can’t be moving funny certain

Chop your hands off with a cuff

Like bad wolf I’ll huff and puff

Slamming doors so hard diversion

Weak ass boys like you frustration

How you show to me ain’t tough

Born and raised In East It’s rough

Principles and values we show

Morals and respect we do know

Need to earn It round these sides

You’re from India check your brides

In UK just bide our rules no?

Follow them If not we will throw

Down the road we do the slides

Putting holes you know divides

Switch It up I won’t do rhyming

Need to get things off my chest….

Don’t you ever touch what’s not yours

We will show what you deserve….

Also lying don’t you ever

Lie again I’ll punch your face….

Face a punchbag what It looks like

Mike Tyson I’ll whack you hard….

I’m five nine you’re five foot barely

Do the math and work It out….

Calculator what I’m bringing

Solving you you know won’t stress….

Pick a fight your size I’m serious

No pun tended you’re an elf….

Won’t stoop levels down we’re better

‘Llowing you to breathe alright….

Best for you just keep on moving

Visas running out go back….

For your safety do go safely

We don’t need the fakes no cap….

Do have Indian friends and colleagues

They are lovely cos they kind….

But for you bad luck the scum one

Shaming good ones with your trait….

Learn the language at least dumbo

Can’t be staying round you mug….

Cannot be the tea to people

As a mug you’ll stay like you….

Want no problem I will smoke them

Take this as a lesson fool….

Keep your hands to self you get me

Otherwise I’ll get my tool….

Said I’ll stop the rhyming also

But I can’t It’s built In me….

When I’m writing do my fighting

Need my mic come rap with me….

Stay away It can get active

But I can’t afford that now….

Have my goals achieve my go to

You can ask the question how?….

I’ll end It off by making statement

British people ‘bout that life….

Do respect our space and morals

For my table fork and knife….