Yungen - Punk (Sh*tmunk Diss) lyrics

[Interlude] Chipmunk: Who else in England has a song called "Pizza Boy" Charlie Sloth: Salute Meek Mill Chipmunk: Right, cool, me and Meek Mills. Meek Mill just come home, ya dun know. Big up Meek Mills, NMG all that yeah. So watch this now yeah Interviewer: Do you know any UK rappers? Meek Mill: I know, Tinie, errm. My man, what's my man with Tip, I got a song with him? [Intro] Yeah, I'm only gonna do this once After that it's straight I swear [Verse] Errmmmm, you punk I rated you, yeah, let me not front I didn't take shots, you're insecure Now I hope you're a bulletproof munk You're just a shook one, let's not stunt Don't bred man from my ends, you chump Yeah, you're from Tottenham, but man can't see you in T That's how I know you're a c*nt You'll get caned, son, are you dumb? Skywalker flow, yeah, man will get spun Yeah, rows in the alley and man got bunned What, you think I do this for fun? Yeah, it's movie time, grab the popcorn Man's unruly like Popcaan No Twitter fingers, man pop corn Oh, you're grime now, you little pop c*nt? Let's tell the world why you don't like me Look what you were into, you doubted me highly I gave you a side ting that you went and made your wifey How dare you diss Tinie You tweeted my label, that's desperate Is it cause they dropped you and then signed me? You went from number one to a diss track You're a disgrace to all of us lighties Errm, I have to rub my jaw You tried to draw man out, are you sure? I wanna be rich, f** you and your poor Don't take shots if you can't score You got my number and you tweeted me Where I'm from, that's neeky, G Don't run your mouth on the net, then tell the mandem That you don't wanna speak to me You said I'm not top two in my ends You got all of us rubbing our jaws Maybe you should think about that Cause you ain't even top two in yours You're not Skeppy and you're not Wretch Maybe I gotta teach you some respect Before you talk about me in my ends I think you need to pay your debts Blud, coming at me ain't smart Cuh I'll tip over your Smart car Good on the ball, man's Barca If you're Gully side then man's Gaza Chippy don't run, don't run If you leave now, it won't be no fun, no fun You could hold one, what you gonna say I'm the PD sideman and think that is a straight up par? Oh you must have thought that I forgot You asked me to be in CMAR You're just a chief blud, you don't want beef You went from Burberry to Ellesse Don't think you trickin' man that you like them clothes I know you ran out of Ps Blud, oh no, oh no, oh no I know you took 5 bills for a show I'll let it go, the gra** is green Till you play with a pro, don't play with me bro You sent for Tinie and he charted You sent for Bugzy and he charted You sent for Narstie and he charted You're the only one that ain't charting, you ba*tard I heard your mixtape, blud it was garbage I remember the days when you was an artist Now it's all BlukuByeWho and Sonic Boom I don't think you know what you started I'm out looking for revenge You don't want it with me and my team I don't wanna hear another diss from you Fam, you won't make it to summer '16 Blud, I don't know why you mentioned my name But don't use it for attention again I'm not the one, trust me, I'm not the one Keep my name out of your childish games Man wanna talk about newcomer And I can't lie, blud, it's true Probably should have been Best Hip-Hop But what the f**'s that gotta do with you? Dickhead