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james marriott - unnamed kidz only diss lyrics

[intro: james marriott]
i didn’t want to do this

[verse 1: james marriott]
it’s time for james versus kidz only
better know that these kids can’t own me
this rap ain’t gonna be pg
it’s gonna be hot and that is the tea
it’s time for james versus kidz only
better know that these kids can’t own me
this rap ain’t gonna be pg
it’s gonna be hot and that is the tea
i’m not a nonce, i’m a murderer
ending careers with my lyrical flow
taking music at gcse?
you’re just out the womb, you wouldn’t know
kids say i’m a memeulous wannabe
even though i show my face
and call me ugly, call me fat
people prefer me, look at my sub base
like bam
i come with the bars that would make ethan slam
get pics with your mums, they go straight on my ‘gram
you’re all four years old, get back in your pram
at the end of this song you will know who i am
like f-ck, your voice just dropped
you’re not ricegum, you’re gonna be stopped
you’re in the big leagues now and will learn the hard way
that james marriott cannot be topped

[interlude: james marriott & lil revenue]
ah, but f-ck it
if you’re so insistent on bigger channels being involved in our beef
it’s time i bring out the big guns
here’s lil revenue
yeah, uh, yeah, yeah

[verse 2: lil revenue]
f-ck b-tches, get money
ain’t involved in this beef but you’re tilted, it’s funny
i’ll take you up to the tower
behead you and bread you, then play our song louder
this one’s gonna end you
it’s gonna blow up like gunpowder
because no man will befriend you
your channel’s on a big downer
i see daddy ain’t home
but you can see that i’m grown
i’m gonna ring him on the home phone
and let him know that i go
so hard with my bro
destroyed you with a low blow
as i lay prone, flying my drone and a pave low
because we don’t play kid’s games
we only play 18+
and i won’t make a fuss as you drop off the buss
because i’m wiping off all of that dust
we are the cream of the crust
we are the cream of the crust
we are the top dogs, we are the best men
and we’re gonna make you go bust

[outro: james marriott & lil revenue]
what the f-ck
you got f-cked up man
don’t come for me again
never, ever, ever
never f-cking do it, man
don’t make me do this shit
i’m out
peace
*laughing*

- james marriott lyrics

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