The Burial

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