Bashy - f** Wiley lyrics

[Intro] "f** Wiley" Come on Wiley, man "f** Wiley" You're a p**y, man Don't call my name, ever "f** Wiley" My sister's nothing to do with this!! Oi! "f** Wiley" Nahhh! You're a p**y, man, don't phone my phone [Hook] (Who) Your sister is a slag (Smokes) Works by the bag (All the) Times you've been stabbed (Crack?) Addiction's what you have Wiley, I know your life must be stressful You're nearly 30 and not commercially successful (Nope!) [Verse 1] Poor Wiley, that's what you get, guys When you're signed and you start talking sh** about pies Wiley's a paedophile gone crazy He's given up on f**ing girls his age Now he'd rather f** babies, not ladies He's more like R. Kelly than Jay-Z It's like if he was in a position to f** Shola Ama He wouldn't but he'd wanna f** Sade Wiley, you're far from poor But your video was the cheap version of Jay-Z's Encore Your sister's a who*e Wiley, you're not raw I never gave you my number, what the f** you ringing me for? (You again?!) Don't act like you want war You didn't want it when Wonder kicked you in your jaw Or the first time you got bored Wiley, f**ing children's against the law Especially when you're one year past 24 On my hands and feet I can count them last sales of your album Parents hide your kids when Wiley's around 'em! (Yeah) Wiley likes to f** little kids I should nominate the pervert for the f**ing s** offenders' list [Hook] (Who) Your sister is a slag (Smokes) Works by the bag (All the) Times you've been stabbed (Crack?) Addiction's what you have My sister's nothing to do with it! Come on Wiley, man, don't phone my phone with that sh** [Verse 2] Yeahhh so what, if I said Jenay's a slapper You can't do nothing you're a p**y You let Dizzee get balled up in 'Napa I'll say what I like, you can't batter me After you was getting boyed on Choice FM while Mega and Dizzee clashed Asher D Silly willy come on, whose rough? You weren't talkin .38's when gettin' stabbed by 2-Tough Are you still eattin' that little youths muff? You mug, you was in secondary when she was two, blud f** the n***a that made eskimo At the end of your video tryna buss a tuxedo You're bu*ters, you ain't no ladies man You're a p**y gettin punched up by Baby Sham Wiley, you're gettin' boring Your album flopped ("Sorry Wiley, you're dropped from XL Recordings") Your album and single did poorly, that's ridiculous You just about scraped into the top 40 I'll put your cards on the table You're second to the Rascal in your label Still sniff repro coke in your nasal Scratchy still giving you an*l Is that steelwork in your face? Or Flowdan with another facial Jenay is a sket, I thought that you knew J2K took your voice and used it better than you Wiley, watch what you say blud, you better be smart Make the wrong move in North West I'm takin' the tee spark Your underground career was dyin', slowly Now you're relyin' on Trim to get you back in But you look like any tramp on Lord Of The Deck In your video, top bu*ton done up and strangle your neck Wiley you was my best MC back in the day But these days you can't even move at my pace f** if you're friends with Ace You better know your place And f** Treddin' On Thin Ice you p**y, I'll tred in your face