Yeah, hold tight Chantelle Fiddy and your waste bars. You're a rave MC. I'm an ARTIST. This ain't about comedy bars anymore. This is serious.
My lyrics are intelligent like brehs with three or more GCSEs.
Your gran is a pitbull and the bitch has got fleas.
I wouldn't wanna press you cos you've got bare STDs.
I rep the up and coming while you nibble on Kano's dick cheese.
My lyrics are so cutting, like a blade they'll wet up your belly.
You need to wash out your vag with a douche bag cos it's getting kinda smelly.
I like dem gyal wit the big behind, but yours is like jelly.
You wish you were 13 again so you could get sex from R Kelly.
Mantelle, you get no love, you get air darlin'.
You're still shallow in the game, but i'm far in.
You're into Barbie dolls, I'm into barrin'.
So don't be callin' out my mum or you'll get gassed like Sarin.
Think you're big cos u know Skepta's cousin?
You smell like shit – flies round you are buzzin'.
You've got one rhyme, I've got 12 dozen.
So put that dick back in your mouth and carry on guzzlin'.