[Intro]
"f** Wiley"
Come on Wiley, man
"f** Wiley"
You're a p**y, man
Don't call my name, ever
"f** Wiley"
My sister's nothing to do with this!!
Oi!
"f** Wiley"
Nahhh!
You're a p**y, man, don't phone my phone
[Hook]
(Who) Your sister is a slag
(Smokes) Works by the bag
(All the) Times you've been stabbed
(Crack?) Addiction's what you have
Wiley, I know your life must be stressful
You're nearly 30 and not commercially successful (Nope!)
[Verse 1]
Poor Wiley, that's what you get, guys
When you're signed and you start talking sh** about pies
Wiley's a paedophile gone crazy
He's given up on f**ing girls his age
Now he'd rather f** babies, not ladies
He's more like R. Kelly than Jay-Z
It's like if he was in a position to f** Shola Ama
He wouldn't but he'd wanna f** Sade
Wiley, you're far from poor
But your video was the cheap version of Jay-Z's Encore
Your sister's a who*e
Wiley, you're not raw
I never gave you my number, what the f** you ringing me for? (You again?!)
Don't act like you want war
You didn't want it when Wonder kicked you in your jaw
Or the first time you got bored
Wiley, f**ing children's against the law
Especially when you're one year past 24
On my hands and feet I can count them last sales of your album
Parents hide your kids when Wiley's around 'em! (Yeah)
Wiley likes to f** little kids
I should nominate the pervert for the f**ing s** offenders' list
[Hook]
(Who) Your sister is a slag
(Smokes) Works by the bag
(All the) Times you've been stabbed
(Crack?) Addiction's what you have
My sister's nothing to do with it!
Come on Wiley, man, don't phone my phone with that sh**
[Verse 2]
Yeahhh so what, if I said Jenay's a slapper
You can't do nothing you're a p**y
You let Dizzee get balled up in 'Napa
I'll say what I like, you can't batter me
After you was getting boyed on Choice FM while Mega and Dizzee clashed Asher D
Silly willy come on, whose rough?
You weren't talkin .38's when gettin' stabbed by 2-Tough
Are you still eattin' that little youths muff?
You mug, you was in secondary when she was two, blud
f** the n***a that made eskimo
At the end of your video tryna buss a tuxedo
You're bu*ters, you ain't no ladies man
You're a p**y gettin punched up by Baby Sham
Wiley, you're gettin' boring
Your album flopped
("Sorry Wiley, you're dropped from XL Recordings")
Your album and single did poorly, that's ridiculous
You just about scraped into the top 40
I'll put your cards on the table
You're second to the Rascal in your label
Still sniff repro coke in your nasal
Scratchy still giving you an*l
Is that steelwork in your face? Or Flowdan with another facial
Jenay is a sket, I thought that you knew
J2K took your voice and used it better than you
Wiley, watch what you say blud, you better be smart
Make the wrong move in North West I'm takin' the tee spark
Your underground career was dyin', slowly
Now you're relyin' on Trim to get you back in
But you look like any tramp on Lord Of The Deck
In your video, top bu*ton done up and strangle your neck
Wiley you was my best MC back in the day
But these days you can't even move at my pace
f** if you're friends with Ace
You better know your place
And f** Treddin' On Thin Ice you p**y, I'll tred in your face