text: Okay everyone, I wanna introduce some special guests here with me tonight
  We got Dave Grohl on the drums, everybody give him a hand please
  We got the legend Kurt Cobain hes gunna be doing some BVs
  Alright, listen, yo
  Who needs actions when you got words?
  I aint afraid to get physical
  Its just that I hit harder when I spit on a verse
  Cause Im a sick spitter, spit so sick that it hurts
  So sick at spitting I can even spit in reverse
  Still, you can step up to my face if thats the way you feel
  Throw a punch, Ill throw one back and show you Im for real
  Lost a lot of so-called mates since I signed this record deal
  One more wanker bringing hate wont matter now Im paying bills
  Not staying still, waiting for a giro
  Feeling so frustrated I could stab someone in the eye with a biro
  Having to drive slow every time I see the five-O
  Cause theres a nine bar of skunk in my trunk and its live-O
  Used to shot the high grade peng so Im used to cats that beg for scraps
  And chat crap that dont make sense
  Kai was true due
  Even when you go to great lengths
  I see through you like glass and fake friends
  Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
  And an illustrated book about birds
  You see a lot up there but dont be scared
  Who needs action when you got words
  Sticks and stones break bones but what I sayll hurt you worse
  Leave you feeling dead and buried like youre six feet under earth
  And if actions speaker louder than words
  How comes I hear you hating but I never see you burst?
  You just vex, cause you wish you were where I am
  You cant make so many people feel your set like I can
  Pick up a mic and set the crowd alight, man
  Shine so fucking bright they think its day when its night man
  Thats right man, you cant deny Ive got talent
  Its jealousy you only hating cause you havent
  The more I blow the more you hate me with a passion
  Now the press are on my dick and people follow me like fashion
  Well I dont believe the hype, well thats all it is and nothing else
  But I dont need the hype the words I write will sell themselves
  Cause the words I write are from the heart thats why theyre felt
  And youll be eating yours while mine are flying off the shelf
  Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
  And an illustrated book about birds
  You see a lot up there but dont be scared
  Who needs action when you got words
  Id rather murk mans lyrically, spray them with the spit from my tongue
  Than going on a killing spree and living life on the run
  Even if sometimes I do feel like getting a gun
  And running up on everyone who hated me from day one
  But whats the point in that? Its ironic where the point be at
  Hate is from the heart, still the head is where I point the gat
  Imagine how your face looks as I cock it back
  Pull the trigger, imagine how your face looks after that
  But it aint worth it, bro, hey yo I aint thick
  Even though I hear and seen so much that makes me sick
  Come across so many fools dont make me wanna switch
  I wont ruin my career just because you said some shit
  Ill dead you quick, on the mics if you keep on beefing
  Think youre getting to me nah blood you aint even
  Im a Libra, so I maintain a cool balance
  And you mean nothing to me like Paul Balance
  Fuck all the haters, you know the name Plan B, Paint It Blacker!
  Beni G mixologist on the ones and twos
  Who needs actions?
  Who needs actions?
  When you got, you got words
  Who needs actions?
  When you got, when you got, got got words
  Who needs actions?
  When you got, you got words