Little T, you're a silly little twat
With your sh** perm you're gonna get smacked
With your sh** bars you're gonna get whacked
Sending for me like I won't send back
But puberty gives one thing that you lack
Puberty, yeah Josh that's a fact
And in this reply I'm gonna go deep
Like your mum when she's shagging every week
f** that, that sh**'s peak
You f**ed it now that you started beef
You f**ed it now that you started beef
You're a muppet kid and you're sending for me
But listen yeah Josh, 12 years old
You're a wet one, you're gonna get told
Your mum's p**y raw, looking like mould
Standing on the street corner, trying to get sold
So Josh, can't you see
You're a pile of sh** so f** off and leave
You, kid you must have some guts
You've f**ed it now, just giving heads up
And you're ringing me up saying I'm gonna get banged
When your mum's upstairs, shagging next man
f** that, could you be yours
This little kid is gonna get parred
And you're gonna get parred by Aspin's bars
You're gonna get parred by Aspin's bars
Saying that you're going deeper and deeper
That's something your mother gets, poke her and leave her
Poke her and leave her, that's a thing
Then she wants round two, ding ding
So err, what a dirty b**h
And f** you Josh and go s** dick
Go s** dick, that's what you do
It's the gay Josh Tate yeah, you know who
So listen Little T, just give up now
But even when I carry on lad yeah that's sound
Just to let you know you're gonna get tezzed
Like when you see your mum and she was shagging in bed
Shagging in bed that's so suprise
f**ed it Josh, now try be alive
It's Sophie Aspin I'm at it again
Don't give a f**, yeah here's my send
And I don't rate you Josh, I never will
If you're jumping on a video with d-d-d-Dyl
So you go chill with the scruffy lot
Then come straight back when your balls have dropped
It's obvious you haven't so don't be shocked
Come back when your balls have dropped
Your mum's a slag and I know her routine
Take off her knickers, don't know where they've been
She'll shag it, f** it, leave it, muppet
So that it's got KFC's bucket
Mmm, finger licking good
Perhaps another time yeah, that's sh**'s tough
You're a neglected kid and you had no love
You had no love
So yo, yes, it's Little Tit
You look like sh**, your mum s**s dick
Silly little prick getting bored on sick
You're gonna get hit and you're gonna get hit
Mmm, you're gonna lose it
Making that music, no not abuse it
Nobody views it, yo Josh Tate
Nobody views it
Yes, it's my reply
All your bars are f**ing lies
Yeah your mum she's shagging next guy
Your bars want to make me cry
My bars are fly
You're getting parred all the time
Your bars that don't rhyme
You're sh** at grime
So Josh Tate, who are you
You're bouncing 'round with your paedo crew
And I've sent back what you gonna do
You are old and I am new
Your mum, she belongs in a zoo
She is a b**h, dirty too
My bars are solid and you can't cut through
So I'm your nightmare that's come true
Yes, your mum is a who*e
Getting banged on the floor
Her p**y's ugly, it's so raw
Such a sight she's breaking the law
Umh, it's tear and share, she's a ride on a fair
Bouncing road, she don't care
Ooh, the cheeky mare
So clap, clap, clap your hands
Your mum's got clap and you've got no fans
And you're walking 'round like you're road man
When it ain't a rumour Josh Tate ran
It took me long yeah, I admit
But I had to reply to this little prick
And had to reply to this little prick
So this little prick can go s** dick