[Verse 1]

Suck your mum and your idiot status

You're not Eminem, fuck all the abolishing chambers

And your daughter, she wanna see her dad today

Anytime you wanna hype, see the sad in her face

And fix up with the story blud, this ain't Maury

Banglez ditched you, now you're 'round Corey's

All you ever do is put yourself about

Bring two out, and take all your regiment out

Pussy, you're swinging swords at OAPs

You couldn't test in twenty-twenty or o-eighteen

You're a fantasy MC dreaming about winning

But everybody hates your guts when you're grinning

You're Incrediboy

But with the bars, I can wipe out, swipe out

MCs, I dead a boy

I'm a step ahead of boy

Rinse out mics and get better boy, take MCs out in stretchers

I don't want any friends in this ting blud

You man are all full of shit when I'm in stuff

No Rotten man can rain on my parade

When I aim at this brother and his mumzy its straight in the face

Sit at your mum's table and I'll never say grace

Even if she said grace, because of you I'll spit in her face

Brother, I'll wipe dog shit in her face

[Verse 2]

You're not really rude, you act for this

I don't act, brother, I've died and trapped for this

I can't make fantasy bars about nails in eyelids, atom bombs

Because that's gimmicks

None of you are Eminem

You gotta know when I'm here, you're dead again

Back in the start, go be a beg again

You beg studio time and beg friends then

You complain when the money get spent

Fibs, all you wanna do is tell fibs

Your baby mum, she needs help with the kids

First man to breach and diss my daughter

That man don't deserve to have kids

Said you won't like it when I open the lid

Small smoke anytime I come, I come big

I'll split your wig blud, what do you think?

Two weeks more and your ship's gonna sink

[Verse 3]

Man wanna bring up youts until I say something about your yout

And it's beef

If you wanna be here, chatting about family

I don't mind, brother, I got all week

Anytime I hear you spitting a bar

You remind me of something, talk is cheap

You ain't gonna do anything or slew anything

I heard all your dubs, you're past your peak

So, you wanna get disrespectful?

Joseph, check out the plan

If that's your BMs and that's your daughter?

20 years time, blam

Yo, you're fucking with the one man band

You got a hand full of fans

But all the food that you're feeding your fans is bland

[Verse 4]

Yo, can't trick me into thinking it's substance

When it's all lies and abundance

Man can't ever trick me into thinking he's a top guy

This brother's probably thinking he can rock climb

Your problems are yours and not mine

You think if you're pissed off you can stop time

Nobody's waiting around here

I'ma win this, no debating around here

Yo, I don't take disrespect lightly it's likely

I'm gonna send back with 'nuff flame

Likely gonna send back in one day

Yeah, it's Wiley, I war on a Easter Sunday

No chill with it, you don't like it? Deal with it

When I'm in the room, I don't care how you feel in it

No matter how many deals I did

All that matters is I'm still here with it

Sitting in the chair with it, clear with it

Got no fear with it, man don't care in it

Catch me scaring it

[Verse 5]

I throw spears in it

Step in the office and throw chairs in it

Man better know I've gone clear with it

I bet you thought you was the heir to it

Heir to it, my brother you ain't near to it

And you've been having nightmares at Christmas

And I'm here for it

I got my drink and my weed and a chair for it

Yo

It's Wiley again

Don't try me again if you're not on these levels

Don't size up because you're not a new rebel

Nobody cares you copped a new kettle

You're an idiot, man can't back out the war

Gotta send a red shell for your jaw in a war

I'm sure, I'm kicking off doors

Don't laugh too soon, I'll be kicking off yours