Gyal Clown (Grim Sickers Diss)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah I forgot myself Firmer Dee's back (mill, mill) Man haffi show mandem, you know (yucky) Yeah, yeah? What you gotta say about this? [Verse] Going out with Nolay Giving her sex but you weren't doing it properly You're supposed to be the man, damn But she was fucking you doggy You little poom-poom, eating out the tun-tun You're supposed to get hard, not soggy Yeah, I know Nolay is a hottie But her poom-poom ain't touching my gobby Bowcat, you was giving her sloppy Using tongue, licking on clit, that's part of your hobby Sitting on face, that's a mockery Sitting on face, she was doing them squatties There was no way she was giving you toppy She was like "shut up Suck on my tings right now before I start touching cocky" Dickhead, that's why your face is spotty You like sipping on poom-poom juice, that's nasty But you drink it like coffee Say the poom-poom's sweet like toffee Eating her poom like apple banoffee You went to lipse it, she was like "Grim, I'm done, please get off me" Go into the corner, wash out your mout I'm original, far from a carbon copy In my books, I call that bossy, she's bossy Right now, you ain't got a chance Like you ain't got skates playing ice hockey Don't get gassed 'cause you're stocky We could go rounds but nuttin' like Rocky Lewisham mandem got me from Catford, Deptford, Sydenham to Brockley Even the New Cross cockneys got me, got me This is coming like World War 3 I think grime fans need to start wearing their poppies Ain't changed rhyming syllables, yet there's Bare words to rhyme with poppy You was on the bed squealing, get ready for eating Nolay hitting you with the cane You've got a fetish for the pain, me and you ain't the same Dimps headbutted you in the brain (Dimpson) Think you owe P Money a thank you Don't know why he backed you I guess he was saving the rave You can ask Strally, Saint P or PK You can ask Teddy, Zuu, MaYHem or one of his mates So many times you got hit in your face And you ain't done shit But you wanna go around hitting up chicks In Lewisham, we call them mandem bitch You put your tongue right in, that's a hype ting You can't spit on the Lord of the Mics ting You got spun on the Lord of the Mics ting Think you're bad 'cause you beat up girls? That's mad, but I dare you to beat up my ting Grime MCs are known for smoking weed But you're one of them man to start smoking the light ting They say sex sells but you ain't sold I ain't talking sex when you start banging it Emily was on the floor, crying for help Then you raised your fists and you started banging it Went into her bag, took a hundred pounds Said you needed money for meds, then you started banging it You're a dickhead, I don't know why she's having it If I was her, I would have grabbed a knife from the kitchen Aimed for your chest, start stabbing it Classic bars, they're jacking it Are you gonna bang? They're jacking it You can't say that, no Flows? You're ejaculate, you can ask Jack, innit Your bars are far from immaculate That's why you envy, watching MCs Learning their flows and jacking it That's why no one's backing it Why'd you lock Emily in a cabinet? I know everyone's sinning But I ain't going jail for banging up women Your dad went jail for banging up women If I see your dad, I'll grab him and ching him Like father, like son Couple man are piping your baby mum Her name's Jo, thought I didn't know And you get shows, provide for your son Man like you vent on hoes Get angry, start banging up hoes When I link gyal, I'm getting them blows When you link gyal, you're sucking on toes Man like you vent on hoes Get angry, start banging up hoes When I link gyal, I'm getting them blows When you link gyal, you're sucking on toes When you link gyal, you're sucking on clit Just admit, dirty shit You're from Swindon, not from the bits I'm from the Blue, them dirty bits When the cats link you near them dirty bins In them blocks, living them dirty sins You've taken so many Ls, I can name about thirty things Make that mill Empty your pockets and you've got zill Step to my crew and you will get killed I make money, money, you make zill Come to your ends, I've got my nine-milli mill, mill, mill Click, sounds of my gat Blap-blap-blap but you're firing blanks Me and my crew, yeah, we've got bare mash I'm old school like nutsy cutsy When I flip, bars get nutsy cutsy Mosh pit crew get nutsy cutsy Bare energy, get nutsy cutsy Nutsy cutsy when I wanna be Nutsy cutsy when I wanna be All of my enemies dead and buried All of my enemies dead and buried Swear to God, swear to God Let's play swear to God, swear to God Let's play swear to God, swear to God Let's play swear to God, swear to God Let's play swear to God, swear to God Let's play swear to God, swear to God Let's play swear to God, swear to God Let's play swear to God, swear to God Swear to God that you've got a problem I'll make one If you've got a problem, state one And don't scream "black life matters" 'Cause I'll take one Put your hands on Emily, gyal clown Put your hands on Mel, gyal clown Sox got cheated on by Jodie He's a gyal clown, gyal clown Since your sister done porn You're a gyal clown, gyal clown Every single time you spit off-beat You're a gyal clown, gyal clown You got help and hand-outs from Nolay You're a gyal clown