Extra Extra (Wiley Diss)

[Intro] Yeah, Its D-E-V-Z, big up William William William, yeah... Like every couple of years you have to send for someone new 'Cause your career's dying out or something? I didn't even wanna do the tune cause I know... This is exactly what you want me to do Now it's gone too far, too far Big up Will, droll init (Wiley) Big up Out-Takers Don't try me, I'm grimey Yeah, William [Verse] William, you're a tit fake like silicone Sniffs got to your brain cells and it's killing 'em You bang girls that are 15? I'm only 17 and I still wouldn't do that Your career's dead like Biggie and 2Pac I'm dirty, my career's flying You're nearly 30, and you're still trying Now that's two albums that nobody's buying You used to say, "38, 38" Nowadays you're about 38, 38 I can't knock your work rate But I'm ten years younger and you'll still get merked mate She's 10 and you raped on the first date? You're a nonce And no you don't make p's you're a ponce And your career's dead So you send for The Movement to see the response You're dead so you had to send for us Because you know The Movement's in the limelight Best know that your career depends on us You could never try ending us You asked to be in The Movement, trying to beg friends with us We couldn't let a snake in the clique That's why William hates like a bitch And he'll feel the blade of my chiv' Fuck it, ten years younger, Richard I'll bun ya I'll leave you out in the rain and the thunder Kids watch your back because Wiley will bum ya I said Wiley will bum ya! With his eyes bright red and his nose in powder That's a circle you just ain't getting outta Your body's rotten by the time that they found you I've got lines to astound you And yet you chat shit like you're up with the Gods Nah you're in Romford, sucking on cocks When ten OT man come with the Glocks What you gonna do when it pops, you cock? And you chat shit 'bout you're still in the bits How'd you think William got his A3? Sucking on dicks It's like prostitution was the last solution, so he tried it Will tries to hide it But if he see a cock then he'll ride it Get down and shine it and I don't advise it But still, William just denies it He sees an arse and he jumps inside it I don't know what his game is, fascinated with an anus Come through me and get strapped with the flamers We'll shoot you ten times, then you'll be famous And fuck Mark, keep him, OT aren't about the weaklings Syer, it's you I'm exceeding It's the truth that I'm speaking I heard you and Trims got a beefing It's not a beefing Because Trim speaks one time you're left bleeding Mark stop dreaming You wanna come to Dagenham Get left on London this evening (Mug) How can a pussy make a tune called "Gangsters"? Talking about you move Ps like bankers Let me say this slow and clear Say one word about my Mum and I'll shank yous And William, nah I'm not stupid I knew you'd want me to do this But now it's gone too far If I didn't write this I would've gone mad and put a bomb in your car You ain't blown but you think you're a star You're just mediocre, you ain't on par Acting like we can't find where you are Come through neon lights with a strap and a car And William, call it a day Every day, your chance to blow is falling away You bunned it, will catch a tool in the face Don’t care if Wills got a tool in the waist And no you won't blow like Dylan, you counterfeit villain If he's not pilling, he's sniffing lines of crushed up penicillin Still, William, he don't care what he's sniffing So you got 50 Gs and spent it, are you demented? Will's so old he's been around since radar was first invented I said he's shit and I seriously meant it I remember that time in Ministry Pulled me away and told me fuck Dogzy What do you think, that I'm just like Blake? I'm real not fake, OT to the grave It was OT that gave me my name Paved me the way so that's where I'll remain If it weren't for Reece, I'd be out in the rain Hibby took me from the streets to the stage [Outro] To the stage Bye bye Will Yeah It's The Movement 2006 Out-Takers See you later William