Slurp, slurp! Eat too many mad east London cows and this is what happens. More unmistakably tasty grime from Roll Deep. Bloated cello and bass chase each other in an octave zig zag. Like Mr. Weed's earlier "Creeper," but even better. Words haven't quite caught up with this shit yet! Clearly the crew's best standalone riddim to date. Best served with MC spit. Moo!