The Dub P Money

[Intro]
Oi
Oi blud
You're on a joke ting, rude boy
Yo

[Verse 1]
I'm back with another one, shooting again
Similar to 50 when I slew Many Men
Killing yourself ain't gonna work you chief
Look at your skin colour, you ain't Eminem
Everybody said Ghetts went in twice
But I ain't heard nothing to take a defence
How could you say you'll pay studio time
This is my grime scene and you owe me rent
I'm the one that's making it sense
Doing that dub didn't make any sense
It's only made people realise what I was saying time ago
You're a prick in the ends
I ain't gonna rush to bring this to an end
I sent years ago, this is your revenge
You ain't an artist, you're an actor
You're the hood [?], you're only bad to your friends

[Verse 2]
I'm not blind, I'm bright, I'm blinding
You're not sick, let me give some reminders
This guy thinks he can beat me
When he couldn't even beat Bashy when he was freestyling
Silence, I put out way more fire than a fireman
You ain't got a deal, stop hyping, you're lying
That's a Jobseeker's form you're signing
Honestly I don't know why you done that
Now no one here believes your gun chat
Wait, you stole a laptop then gave it back
Which kind of gunman does that?
Where's your Ar-Ar-Artillery?
When you got man smacking you up like a rugrat
And kicking off that door to your mum's flat