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Maggots
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Maggots werd uitgebracht op 27 juli 2026 door CVF als onderdeel van het album Maggots - Single
27 juli 2026
LabelCVF
TaalEnglish
BPM
Melodische kwaliteit
Akoestiek
Valence
Dansbaarheid
Energie

Songteksten

They thought they was out of the storm
Then they realised I was the fucking thunder they were running from
Pink Jamie, that's pink in the face
Slapping your nephew, you fucking disgrace
You're such a creature, you've got your own race
Your mum gets paid to take dicks to the face
Your whole group takes wood like a lumberjack
Jamie and Tyler's fake beef needs a slap
You man don't walk, why you chat when I'm offline?
Bark your mouth like a dog but I'm here, man's fine
I don't cross lines, brother, I burn 'em
Maggots in the cracks, all lurking
Crooked face, stomach turning
One CVS verse got the whole clan nervous
My name in a group chat, your name in a verse
Chat shit 'bout Callum, put you in a hearse
Jamie's teeth took a turn for the worse
Tyler's dad spitting threats and slurs
Maggots in the cracks all twitch when I burn 'em
You don't want the truth, you want rumours and sermons
You don't want war, you want screenshots and curtains
This ain't a diss track, that's pest control working
You blame Callywags for a tune he ain't own
That's weak, little boy, that's a cowardly tone
You got heat from my bars while I sat on the throne
You attacked the quiet one 'cause you feared the unknown
You're plastic, elastic, manufactured panic
Big man online, real life goes manic
You call man fake with a face full of static
Action man talk but the backbones graphic
Pink in the face, looking stressed and flustered
Talk like a boss but the movement's busted
You ain't got bars, you got rumours and blustered
Say my name once and the whole thing's clustered
You and Tyler had a fake little fallout
Public found out on a mask you were fallout
You're the sister of Jamie, let's try for a baby
Even your sexuality's fake, that's a cool out
(What you man?) Me switch that
You blame Callum for words I wrote, that's weak
You dragged my bredrin for a tune he didn't control, that's cheap
Then when you're signed to something
Sick on live, you're silent for weeks
So it's standards for me but excuses for you, that's peak
You see, I know about your dad threatening with rape
I know about you and Jamie's sister trying for a babe
But he ain't your boyfriend, you snake
Your whole group's all fake, come for me, make a mistake
Attachment issues, had you attached to issues
Man had a title turn literal
You man circled Callum like vultures
Then played the victim when I got lyrical
That's not beef, that's coward behaviour
You man queef and dodged the creator
You wanted smoke 'til the smoke had flavour
Now you're choking on bars from the instigator
I don't cross lines, brother, I burn 'em
Jamie's maggots are concerning
You all maggots just lurking
Crooked face had a man's stomach turning
I don't care about you and your boys
You're more rancid food than a horse in Troy
Your mum's a prossie, unsure if you're a boy
How you call others fake when you look like a toy?
Word is Jamie put his hands on blood
But online he's preaching like man's got love
You can't play saint with a cracked up halo
Your nephew's got his hands up, man got stuck in the mud
And I heard mummy had blue lights flashing
Whole house noisy, whole parts crashing
Don't chat class when the background's clashing
Your family tree needs branches detaching
Not sure what you are so I'll send to the ending
Faggot, now the money keeps pending
You want an offence, here's bars with intention
Every blacked out word still lands with a sentence
Maggots, maggots all in the mentions
Lurking my moves like unpaid henchmen
You man live for a little attention
I write one sixteen and collapse your section
You don't want war, you want screenshots
You want whispers, you want cheap shots
I want impact, I want shell drops
You get exposed when the beat's stopped
Keep running your fucking mouth or you want a live read, boy
Or at least grow a pair, Tyler, and invite me up
So I can smoke you on your own fucking platform
You told me get a train ticket, come say shit to your face
I messaged you, where's my train ticket, big man?
Got Rob, he's pretty much
He's like a chihuahua, brother, he's like the Queen's corgis
He's just sat there by your side like a good little puppy
Got Diane eating her fucking pensioner's cod and chips
Got man's playing both sides of the fucking paddle
Man like attachment issues, big up Cal
Who else we got? Oh, Pink Jamie
Looks like a fucking anorexic flamingo, bruv
Boy, if you're gonna fucking chat shit, brother
At least do it to my face 'cause man
Has got some smoke for you, brother
I wrote this verse in the course of about two days
Man, suck your dead mum, bruv
Get that on me, Tyler, pack it in
Written by: Cruz Valentine
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