I got drama with my clique, I'ma take it to the source
You're ***in' with the wrong clan and the wrong man
First off, who told you your opinion meant anything?
You think I wrote the verse for you when I penned it in?
You've got some better ideas than you can send them in
I'll try to blend them in and maybe you'll be my friend again
Please don't hate me when people don't rate me
I need reassurance for my ego, safety in the East loads lately
I don't know what you like, what you wanna hear me talk
about, just tell me what to write
Or maybe you can write the bar for me and drop it as well
Since it's recorded so poorly, you'll like it then surely
Cause you're the expert, next you'll be trying to show
bad habits how the decks work
Cause those sat in glass boxes shouldn't dash rocks
I laugh lots at little fraggles behind their laptops
You stick to jacking off the back shots
We smash bots and keep the fanbase growing like it's a cash crop
I got drama with my clique, I'ma take it to the source
You better listen up, think I give a *** if you ain't into us
Like we sit awake at night writing bars to stop you dissing us
Don't know who told you you're the guy to give us permission
But please come and take my place, you could change the words that you didn't love
Show me where I'm going wrong, seeing as you've mastered it
*** it, come to mine and explain to me what a pattern is
Cause I ain't got a clue, all I do is chat bogus
And the flows that I drop are loose, without you I'd be proper screwed
Have you heard that new Prophets tune? It's so predictable, I swear they're fake
Damn right, I only do this for ratings to make my head in flames
But wait, hold up, hold up, hold up
Who the *** you think you are, telling me about myself
Like you're some kind of superstar
I'll seek a therapist if I feel to be picked apart
I'll tell you what, let me pull my trousers down, you can ***
*** my written bars, but then struggle to write your own tracks
You should be more concerned, I'm trying to build a career you don't have
I hate the sound of his voice and his flow, why?
Cause birth of my tunes straight up ruin the tribe
They Prophets fell off man, I heard they smoked crack
This guy claims respect but he hasn't done jack
He contradicted himself, this dude's a hypocrite
My girlfriend loves this tune, I'm so sick of it
Too much broom, batman, come with some different ***
I heard what you said, think your words on my set could be cause of offence
You nerdy bitch, nipple spitters, you ain't turning no heads
Now you're railing up on us, can we straight murder it dead?
Well keep bitching, while your mrs. plays us in the kitchen
You're just itching to be slagging our sounds at your next dictum
Telling friends I've swiped your best written
And Vinny down for gas, this all just chatting, ain't down for no head kicking
Well, you're soon to find out, if you get sighted on a night out
I might run up and brew your ***ing lights out
I'm steady shining like a lighthouse
You're sitting whining like that rapping pyramid fell, that *** is dried out
I'm so sick of all these punchlines, God, just for one time
Carnie Wright bound kissing in the sunshine
Now Madonna's fear of skunk rhymes
We stay the same and we won't change for no playing rain in your lunchtime
I'll present you with this bottle of opinion lube
Take it Donnie, it's the honourable thing to do
Next time you're whinging bout the gritty crew
Remind yourself, you're just another *** that no one listens to
I'ma ramble with my clique, I'ma take you to the source
You're ***ing with the wrong clan and the wrong men
Wow, you got your teeth fixed, that's amazing
Still though, you should've kept them missing for the ratings
You've been on those ages, weren't you brain sick?
Living in some makeshift tent, up in some basesticks
Uh, nah, but I do like the rumour
So you guys can stream like it's two types of the Matrix
Make hits, mate, get an autotune and a bass riff
And quit talking all that crazy ***
I always see a little broad zooting all your videos
Uh, yeah, and why aren't you on Minigo?
I don't really know, yo, let me take a minute
I love hate, I give it, your lyrics are straight suspicious
Save your disses, they waste energy
Same for them lazy critics who don't know you but create an image
Cry it if you don't like it, bin it, I don't try to fit in
We stand out like a gold shiny pigeon
I hate the sound of his voice and his flow, why?
His birth or not tune straight up ruin the tribe
They brought his friend off, man, uh, they smoke crack
This guy claims respect but he hasn't done a jack
He contradicted himself, this dude's a hypocrite
My girlfriend loves this tune, I'm so sick of it
Too much broom, Batman, come with some dick and ***