[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
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