funky dee – 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 s-x but you weren’t doing it properly
you’re supposed to be the man, d-mn
but she was f-cking 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, l!cking on cl-t, 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 c-cky”
d-ckhead, 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 g-ssed ’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 c-ckneys 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 headb-tted 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 sh-t
but you wanna go around hitting up chicks
in lewisham, we call them mandem b-tch
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 s-x sells but you ain’t sold
i ain’t talking s-x 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 d-ckhead, 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
cl-ssic bars, they’re jacking it
are you gonna bang? they’re jacking it
you can’t say that, no
flows? you’re ej-cul-te, 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 cl-t
just admit, dirty sh-t
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 k!lled
i make money, money, you make zill
come to your ends, i’ve got my nine-milli mill, mill, mill
cl!ck, 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’m on the beat
nutsy cutsy when i’m on the beat
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 p-rn
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
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