The Burial Lyrics

So we're going in for personal attacks, that's cool, I never dissed your album as a whole, just you

But bringing my boy into this, you lose, your mates committed suicide, it should have been you

You're a walking contradiction, no more kid gloves, pussio, wasteman, drop this shit cuz

Clash me for clout, you're as damp as a drip bruv, get more streams than all your shit does

Why the transphobia mate? Remember, wasn't your ex-girlfriend transgender?

Making all these gay digs, fam, I'll end ya, are you really straight, or a big pretender?

Or are you a paedo? Like them younger? Go write a song about it, they don't love ya

Or just bitch and moan online, you won't say shit, when I confront ya

Fucking hell though, 6 weeks for this? This reeks of piss, saying man can't compete with this

Where'd you get this cheek to diss, acting like billy big bollocks, still, you've missed

I come through, I shell man, verbal, hell, man, you can't tell man, that I fell, man

Lyrical assassination, just bell man, go and have a bath, you cunt, you smell man

Begging on Facebook, can't pay rent, my man shoulda sorted that out instead

But you bought a new program, mum's upset, so now you're homeless, AND in debt?

What a fucking wasteman, fam you're wet, sounds like you'd be better off dead

So do us all a favour, join your friends, find your body in a box, od'd on meds

You only got a radio play, coz you begged it, I don't need that to show my talent

50k streams, for a single beat, that's 500 times more than you'll ever manage

It's a madness, how you still think you're good, it's mental, how you thought you could

JUST BRING MY BOY INTO YOUR TRACK AND NOT THINK IF YOU REALLY SHOULD

I was gonna give you props, for the send, that's facts, but scrap that, backtrack, I'm going dark

I see you bruv, with your corny ass snapback, in your little hatchback sitting at the park

Are you taking vids of kids, or cars, you fucking nonce, you've had your chance

Fuck leaving scars, I'll slice your throat, let's call this Anton Lane's last dance

Sending for the Andover boys, that's bad news, them boys will murder you

You've chose this path, you'll always lose, bigger problems now, not me and you

You've sent for the whole scene? Man that's fucked, you're out of luck, it's over, trust

You're done..

Bitch with a man bun? Fam that's hurt me, at least my hair ain't dirty

Go and have a snack mate, my man Bonez, I couldn't think of anyone more deserving

Poor little featherweight, you're still yearning, can't get on my level, and you're still not learning

King of the clash, and the fire's still burning, all of this is down, to your choice of wording

Didn't even take me, 24 hours, and I've dug you up, just to kill you again

I'm a boss, with a pen, I make, careers end, I hate, to make amends, and you've, lost all your friends

I'm a demon with a mic, I just transcend, these wounds I leave will never mend

So Anton, mate, I'd recommend, just hushing up now, please, I beg