When Bushkin and Mighty used to merk it / When I used to beat my cousin at Street Fighter: Perfect

Hattie's had the whole RWD office hard at work all day and all they could come up with is this:

I admit it, your last lyric was really quite nice,
But mate, I'm Slim Shady, you're just Obie Trice,
You're Banks to my 50, Faith to my Mary,
So lets stop this now, cos you're getting pure air-y,

And late? Well, lets see,
Since back in '03, I've written about Kane and Dizzee and DEE,
Prancehall I'm bored, I've over this clash,
I think what you need, is to go get some gash,

Cuz, what's the problem? Do you want to kiss me?
Do you say the word 'Hattie' and have a sex wee?
The only time you get girl is when you beg on your knees,
And it's no surprise, cos you've got bare STDs,

You can't show your face, cos it makes the girls heave,
And I heard your balls be sweaty and your dick stinks of cheese,
You have anal-seepage? Kid, try a butt-plug,
But no matter what you do, you'll still be a mug,

Come on now Prancey, tell us your name.
What is it? Clarence? Derek? Or Wayne?
Oh sorry, dear Prancey, But it looks like I've won,
I'm just So, So Solid, but you're Romeo Dunn.

WOW. I was expecting her bars to be kinda swag, but those just take the piss. She's merked herself. Check the RWD forum for the war report.

I don't even need to write anymore bars to merk her (but I still will anyway).

Check your own boat if you wanna talk about acne.
If I've got beef, Chronik's gonna back me.
You can bring the whole of RWD but you still can't smack me.
You're straight outta Hampshire, I'm straight outta Hackney.

When you see her on road, slap that batty.
If she tries to get rude, slap that Hattie.
Her and Chan best mates like Cap and Ratty.
You need to sort yourself out, love, you're looking a bit tatty.

You eat man meat, I only eat Quorn.
I've been into grime since before Dizzee was born.
You stay up all night writing swag bars till dawn.
When I dead you, only wastemen will mourn.

I'm Skepta, you're S Club's Bradley.
Any man with a pulse, you'll press him gladly.
You thought you could merk me, but it's all gone badly.
Were your waste bars written by Tony Hadley?

My bars are big like the Eiffel Tower.
Every night Chantelle gives you a golden shower.
I've taken your pride like I took your mum's flower.
Stop writing bars and go shave your chihuahua.