[Intro: Mr Traumatik]

Oi, Chipmunk, you thick cunt; your ship's sunk

So I quick dunk six chunks of shit lumps

On his lip once, then quick punch, leave six lumps on his big head

Fuck off (Dickhead)

Chipmunk, you thick cunt, your ship's sunk

So I quick dunk six chunks of shit lumps

On his lip once, then quick punch, leave six lumps on his big head

Fuck off

[Verse: Devilman]

I am the meet and greeter, hot like heater, vegetable eater

Chipmunk's on some sideman ting, passenger seater, come like Skepta, lyrical repeater

Don't call out my name on a track, say my name on a track, like say some feature

Come to your house on a Jamaican 'ting, box you up in your face and bleach ya, teach ya, I'm a animal; I'm a creature

Nobody ain't gonna save or reach ya, go to church and be a preacher

Grime? You don't belong 'round 'ere, mainstream? You don't belong there either

I heard that you lick a dick a day, take a breather

You ain't bad and Jammer ain't either

Wunsen, when I do shit I do shit properly, eat up a man like spinach and broccoli

Kill Skepta and dump him in Hockley, none of these MCs can top me

Trust me, I don't give a fuck if you've got P, you man are pop stars, you're not top three

Trust me, fam, that's not me, you're not gonna get away scot-free

When I spit bars, I'm conflicting a bit of pain, you man are just wet like Lil' Wayne

Sold out for a bit of fame, try come back to grime to make a bit of change

Fuck Chip Diddy Chip, slap him in the lip, little prick better get a grip

Yeah, fuck Chip Diddy Chip, slap him in the lip, little prick better get a grip

I specialise in pain and slaughter, I gave him a ten pound draw and he paid me the money for a quarter

Drown yourself in water, chipmunk's on a funny man ting, I heard that he got a boyfriend in Majorca

Pedo, you're a nonce, you're a stalker

You might as well do the Moonwalker

You wanna know where I'm at, I'm in 0121, shutting it down so you best just do one

Nobody don't give a fuck about you, don, even your grime tune sounds like a pop song

Don't let Jammer and them lot fool ya, I'm gonna school ya

Go on then, go on then, draw for the tool ya, box you in the face with a ruler

Yo, I'll make the tables turn on you, shit, piss and sperm on you

I'm gonna end your career, after this, even your girl might turn on you

It's not fair on you, you're not ready to clash me, I'll get Claire on you

Slap you in the face with a dirty nappy then throw a pushchair on you

Yeah, 'cause you're not ready, you transvestite, you're not ready

Don't talk shit about clash, you like to hit a man's ass 'cause it gives you a semi

I said you're not ready, you transvestite, you're not ready

I don't care if you're in a video with Jammer, smash a man's head with a telly

Check my flow, check my slang, this guy looks like an orangutan

I don't give a fuck how many girls you bang, you're still a wanker, that's why you hurt your hand

I heard you suck dick for twos on a fag or lick a man's balls just for a gram

I know what you're doing, I saw the plan, you're lucky that I didn't get to record a man

You know what I mean, yeah (You know what I mean, yeah), you don't wanna feel that burning sensation

I got a Pitbull and I got a Staffie, I got a Bullmastiff and a Alsation

(If you call out my name on a track) Make you feel worse than dehydration

(I'll end your career, that's a fact) Leave your face with a major alteration

[Outro: Devilman]

Chipmunk, your career finished

Yeah

I'm not even wasting no more bars on this prick

Yeah, fuck Chipmunk

Fuck Boy Better Know

Fuck Lord Of The Mics, yeah

This is what it is

Wunsen!