Punk

[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, MMG 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 cunt

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 cunt?

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, fuck 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 grass 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 bastard

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 fuck's that gotta do with you?

Dickhead