[Intro]

Swifta Production

[Verse]

Alright then try, no one can't tell if he’s ninja man

Sucked off looking like ninja man

It's GBH if I injure man

You'd probably cry if I pinch your hand

Get slapped if you’re with your gang

Got a safe in the wall where the picture hangs

You ain't a G neither like Switzerland

Fuck you and your Insta fans

You'll get thrown straight in the van

Becah' my mans going on dumb for his age

Don't cry if you get thumped in the face

Swear on my mums life

When I seen you at Mist's show you hid under the stage

Yo what's under there? Dot dusting away

Think you're a animal? Come to the cage

Everybody knows you’re cunt and a waste

You’re stingy, never bought lunch for your mates

You're stingy never bought nappies or milk

Try hype up and then he got killed

Bad him up then I’ll bad him up still

Still wants Mz Bratt fam he can't chill

I am not Wiley, I am not Will

I'll show Goku, I'm Kakarot still

Hes not a bad boy, man are not ill

Looks like a crackhead that’ll rob tills, you nitty

Won't last for one week in my city

Little Dot you are the fool I pitty

Has nightmares when he sees my name

I'll tattoo my name on to your girlfriends titty

You little Randall snitch

The past two years you've been Banglez bitch

Now your an MC, angle switch

Boom, blow out your candles quick

Emotional wreck, can't handle shit

Put an L by your name like Samuel prick

Make man cry then sample it

Force man buj like sample it

Run up in your crib and trample it

I'm a big man when I manhandle kids

Dot Rotten makes me fuckin' sick

‘Cause he's a wasteman but he's fuckin' sick yo

I don't know who you been, don't know who you been

Don't know who you been listening to

Who told you I ain't, who told you I ain't

Who told you I ain't bigger than you

Don't know who you been, don't know who you been

Don't know who you been listening to

Who told you I ain't, who told you I ain't

Who told you I ain't bigger than them

Bigger than Ben

Put this prick on the news at 10

Oi Dot Rotten you're losing again

Stop chattin' wass when you're using a pen

And if you don't learn I'll do this again

Snakey, no-ones rooting for them

Dot Rotten can't stay true to the end

And I fear Wiley's tooting again

The ones on meds the others on crack

I'm sick in the head, you both'll get smacked

Oi Dot you was in Nando's

Blacks hit you with a bottle of sauce and it cracked

In fact I, said Wiley I'll dust him as well

Where's my brother? Can't trust him as well

Spent twenty years tryna bust yourself

Ain't spent twenty minutes tryna bustin' Cadell

And if he hypes up I'll shush him as well

Shush, shush, shush him as well

Coming like skepta on Culture Clash

But I'll shush, shush, shush him as well

Spin Wiley then rush him as well

And the godfather? I'll put him in hell

Ain't gunna lie I don't hate my man but Dot Rotten you'll feel rushed from the shell, you prick

Jump on stage you'll get booed you prick

I'm being real, not rude you prick

Made Overload didn't clear that sample bankrupt

When you got sued you prick

You snake, you rat, you dog, you twat, you fraud

You cat, you dude, you prick

Talking shit for the last how long?

But today I weren't in the mood you prick

He hit rock bottom, oi Dot Rotten

You hit rock bottom

Should I Nando's bottle or gun butt him

Tell my man go and suck suttin'

Yo dot Rotten you hit, yo

I don't know who you been, don't know who you been, don't know who you been listening to