[Intro: CallyManSam]
Yo, shout out LOE yeah
Shout out Kirky, shout out the Sheltons, yeah
Shout out Bobo, shout out Barky, shout out Ricko, yeah
And also, turn, turn the camera down on my feet, yeah
Got 110s on, I've got a Northy on, yeah
A Northy, mate, yeah
You've got a Nike tracksuit in both of your vids, mate
You little tramp, yeah
This is addressed at Dylan Brewer, yeah
You didn't bang me, I dropped you, yo
[Verse: CallyManSam]
You can't murk me bro
You're dirty like a dirty toe
You're a little nerd you know
You look like a German bloke
You sent for me with a nervous tone
You look like an alien, Earth is home
I'll make you disappear and burn your clothes
I'll murder your bro, got a murderous flow
I be murdering most
I'm hot like I'm burning my toast
I'll make you go white like you've turned to a ghost
And your Nike tracksuit, does it hurt to be broke?
I'm always certain for dough
Word in my ex, I be wording your hoe
You're sh** on the mic, I'm certain to blow
Murking my mum, that's certainly low
Murking my mum, that's, that's cla**ic
I'll k** your nan and make you go smoke on your grandad's ashes
It's an eye for an eye
I'll talk about yours if you talk about mine
I don't care if I'm rated sly
I still let the haters cry
It's about time someone dome this guy
Said he dropped CallyMan in town, that's a blatant lie
You can ask it of his mates, why would I lie?
End his life, it's fatal for guys
Don't care what I say when I'm making a rhyme
Hating on mine
What's my mum done wrong but gave me a line
So stop with the lies 'cause you're wasting my time
[Shelton]
Yo, why's he sending again
[CallyManSam]
He needs to die or get sent to the pen
[Shelton]
f** it, let's terror him again, bury him again
Send his body to the prem [?]
[CallyManSam]
Said he sell weed but he's never seen a 10
Tried to get brave when I met him in the ends
[Shelton]
He ain't got P, never going to be a G
Never going to be driving a Benz
[CallyManSam]
I'll drive past, say hi to your friends
LOE is the grimiest trends
[Shelton]
So don't come hyping again, you dickhead, dickhead
Big head, big head
[CallyManSam]
You've got home grown like Big Fred
[Shelton]
Let me switch it, this guy's twisted
Fingering biscuits
[CallyManSam]
Hashtag great charge I wouldn't risk it
Nothing but a misfit
[Shelton]
You wear your grandma's lipstick
Why do you think you're the richest
[CallyManSam]
Talking about sisters, you're a little b**h boy
Hashtag mistress
[Shelton]
You can't even afford big Rizlas
Your head is bigger than Bispham
[CallyManSam]
Bar for bar, we'll bully this victim
[Shelton]
Bully this victim
[CallyManSam]
Know Dylan got deaded
Crucified, beheaded
Resurrected from the dead and still got buried
My bars come heavy
Could you be arsed on your Jennies [?]
f** that sh**, that's hashtag demi
Go to a chemist, I'm a menace like Dennis
You want a clash, I'll meet when you're ready
Hey Brewer, I'm sick of the threats
I'll get vexed, get ga**ed, just lick off his head
This is a remix, you are a streb
You've got Jennies, go for a test, hah
Go to bed, get some rest
You're incest, you send for the best
Send for somebody else instead
Telling Bimbi to go to the barbers when you're the one that's got a pube head
You chat sh**, hashtag poo breath
Don't get too vexed
I'll meet up for the clash 'cause you know that I'm overly ruthless
So you tell me when we're going to do this
Yo, yeah
[Shelton]
Hashtag deaded
[Outro: CallyManSam]
Hey Mitch mate
Been told that you're sending shots at, like all the younger MCs and that, yeah
But yeah, you're just jel that, like, we've took your fans and that
Because you've been in jail, mate
At the end of the day, yeah, you're not bad 'cause you've been jail once, mate
Don't forget I've been twice, mate, it's nothing, mate, so yeah
It's war, mate, if it's war then it's on, mate
Say no more
*** Thanks Gravy for correction