Kuddah

In the bathroom, man
Coconut head
He knows a little bit
Says something about a little
They don’t know my shit

Got a habit of talking
Even if it’s bullshit
Saying something about a little
What kind of bullshit is that?

It’s empty, it’s empty
Doing nothing, it’s empty
Just a little puff
He’s a little shit, man

He gives me the lowdown
You know, dude (dog)
God’s claiming you’re a little Buddha!

I’m the real deal
Spitting fire
With both ears still
Like honey dripping
My songs are a trip
Before you judge, get zany
Grab a book and read
General knowledge

From your stories, it’s clear
I was in Dubai
Like some others
You’ve got a lot of luck

Your arrogance
Shows in your character
I’m giving you a piece
Just one little hit

When I tell the truth
Did it hurt, white boy?
For three days, I
Thought about it, white boy?

You know, smoka, I
Wrapped it up after that
You messed with me
And now it’s gonna bite back

Your nonsense, your
Shit, lady
My dude, my
Girl, lady
What’s with your words?

Girls are going wild
My words are wild with you
Girls will laugh

What the hell, dude! Who
Tried to step up to your level?
I’m right here, I’ll keep it
You better rise up from where you are!
Critiques here and there

If you’re doing it, you’re a loser
I’m a little shit, running
You can run too, just step up

I’m a little shit
(Was poor when born, now
Living like a white boy)

They call me a little shit
(Started a war
Playing games, white boy)

Little shit making millions
(New year
Smoka turned into Rudra)

Little shit taking over Sri Lanka
(Your little shit
Better watch out, dude!)

Playing games, little shit today

Words are zany
Burning like smoke
When you see it, it’s clear
Like a dog barking
That’s what I’m getting too

What I wanted was a little
That’s how it is for everyone
I’m throwing it down

People are the ones
Who’ve been stepping up
They don’t care, they know
Who’s the real deal
It’s clear from your face

You can’t get me mad
You’re a wordsmith!
But your character’s a joke!

You don’t even know
Who’s who, smoka
Not a single word
Was said anyway
Like you just walked by

I remember that moment
How would you say
About me?

You lied about your friends
Around you
Are your buddies
Not sticking around, is that it?

Is there a track for Smoka?
It’s a track, bipolar
I want it bad
That’s the way it is

You’re talking about those balls
That’s my little brother
If I give him words
I won’t get any bullshit
We’re playing the game

We’re looking for cash
You’re not like that
Dude, throw rocks at home

Damn! Why are you acting like a kid?
You’re a little softie
You’re my son
Your words are good

But like a little girl
You’re a little
A bunch of roosters

Can’t pay the debt
To anyone, I’m on a plan
Money comes in
Automatically to my accounts monthly
Dude, I’m a rapper

Prices are high in Lanka
Girls are coming in
What’s in your head is a little

Your trash
Just throw it at me
Even if it’s that, it’s going
To the back

I’m really here
No fear, like an aura, aurora
That’s why 'bosa' laughs
It’s all a mess

I’m a little shit.