(Verse 1: Emcee Nazza)

Fat Calleja, you ain't a G but

Seem tough but you act like a fiend bruz

One hit from me, you'll have amnesia

Your death will have a cameo, from me but

Put the mic down, you're in my town

If you eye me down you'll have your lights out

I'll pull my knife out, and I'm the sound of the zone

I'm the high one now, your mind's all dried out

You're a fat malteser

What you gonna ask for easter

Momma can I have a malteser?

No bitch, you can sit back with a frown

You ain't got no crown, you ain't got no home

Except for your garden hose

You wanted Cheyenne, but she was trying the other guys

You're in hiding, we can't get no time in

You wanted a girlfriend, but you'll have no friend

Your worlds gonna end, but you'll have no one there

(Verse 2: Emcee Aidos)

Adam Calleja, not a good speaker

Thinks he can spit but his mic game needs a tweak up

What's that, did your dad leave ya?

Wonder why your mums a beast bruh

Still remember, you threatened to break my nose

Think your cool but you ain't pulling the hoes

Actually, you trying to break my nose more like pampering me

To back you up and even seem tough you needed Anthony

What a duo that is hey? The 2 faggots

Who knows where you's are now, probably crack addicts

We used to call you Oompa Loompa and Malteser

Teachers backed you up, said go easy guys he's poor getting nothing for easter

Wanted Cheyenne Spiteri but you got no chance, the guys you take your pick

Wonder why she didn't want you bruh, you got no dick

Mentioned Minecraft every 5 seconds, that and xbox

Tried messaging me, but guess what, you got blocked

And next time you see me bruh, quit it with the dirty looks

Gotta tell ya, you and Anthony, you weren't crooks

You fancy yourself as getting the big titty hoes

I'll bet you copied Anthony and stole other peoples YouTube videos