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[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, NMG 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

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