Fuck Wiley

[Intro]

"Fuck Wiley"

Come on Wiley, man

"Fuck Wiley"

You're a pussy, man

Don't call my name, ever

"Fuck Wiley"

My sister's nothing to do with this!!

Oi!

"Fuck Wiley"

Nahhh!

You're a pussy, 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 shit about pies

Wiley's a paedophile gone crazy

He's given up on fucking girls his age

Now he'd rather fuck babies, not ladies

He's more like R. Kelly than Jay-Z

It's like if he was in a position to fuck Shola Ama

He wouldn't but he'd wanna fuck Sade

Wiley, you're far from poor

But your video was the cheap version of Jay-Z's Encore

Your sister's a whore

Wiley, you're not raw

I never gave you my number, what the fuck 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, fucking 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 fuck little kids

I should nominate the pervert for the fucking sex 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 shit

[Verse 2]

Yeahhh so what, if I said Jenay's a slapper

You can't do nothing you're a pussy

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

Fuck the nigga that made eskimo

At the end of your video tryna buss a tuxedo

You're butters, you ain't no ladies man

You're a pussy 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 anal

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 button 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

Fuck if you're friends with Ace

You better know your place

And fuck Treddin' On Thin Ice you pussy, I'll tred in your face