Oi, Chipmunk, you thick cunt, your ship's sunk

So I quick dunk six chunks of shit lumps

On his lip once then quick punch, leave six lumps on his big head

(Fuck off) Dickhead

Chipmunk you thick cunt, your ship's sunk

So I quick dunk six chunks of shit lumps

On his lip once then quick punch, leave six lumps on his big head

Fuck off

I am the meet and greeter

Hot like heater, vegetable eater

Chipmunk's on some sideman 'ting, passenger seater

Come like Skepta, lyrical repeater

Don't call out my name on a track

Say my name on a track, like say some feature

Come to your house on a Jamaican 'ting

Box you up in your face and bleach ya', teach ya'

I'm an animal, I'm a creature

Nobody ain't gonna save or reach ya

Go to church and be a preacher

Grime' you don't belong round 'ere

Mainstream you don't belong there either

I heard that you lick-a-dick-a-day take a breather

You ain't bad and Jammer ain't either, Wunsen

When I do shit I do shit properly

Eat up a man like spinach and broccoli

Kill Skepta and dump him in Hockley

None of these MCs can top me

Trust me I don't give a fuck if you've got P

You man are pop stars, you're not top three

Trust me fam, that's not me

You're not gonna get away scot-free

When I spit bars, I'm conflicting a bit of pain

You man are just wet like Lil' Wayne

Sold out for a bit of fame

Try come back to grime to make a bit of change

Fuck Chip Diddy Chip, slap him in the lip

Little prick better get a grip

Yeah, fuck Chip Diddy Chip, slap him in the lip

Little prick better get a grip

I specialise in pain and slaughter

I gave him a ten pound draw and he paid me the money for a quarter

Drown yourself in water

Chipmunk's on a funny-man-'ting

I heard that he got a boyfriend in Majorca

Pedo, you're a nonce, you're a stalker

You might as well do the Moonwalker

You wanna know where I'm at, I'm in 0121

Shutting it down so you best just do one

Nobody don' give a fuck about you don

Even your grime tune sounds like a pop song

Don't let Jammer and them lot fool ya'

I'm gonna school ya'

Go on then go on then, draw for the tool ya'

Box you in the face with a ruler

Yo, I'll make the tables turn on you

Shit, piss and sperm on you

I'm gonna end your career

After this even your girl might turn on you, it's not fair on you

You're not ready to clash me, I'll get clear on you

Slap you in the face with a dirty napkin then throw a plush chair on you

Yeah, 'cause you're not ready, you transvestite, you're not ready

Don't talk shit about clash

You like to hit a man's ass cause it gives you a semi

I said you're not ready

You transvestite you're not ready

I don't care if you're in a video with Jammer

Smash a man's head with a telly

Check my flow, check my slang

This guy looks like an orangutan

I don't give a fuck how many girls you bang, you're still a wanker

That's why you hurt your hand I heard you suck dick for twos on a fag

Or lick a man's balls just for a gram

I know what you're doing, I saw the plan

You're lucky that I didn't get to record a man

You know what I mean yeah (You know what I mean yeah)

You don't wanna feel that burning sensation

I  got a Pitbull and I got a Staffie

I got a Bullmastiff and a Alsation (If you call out my name on a track)

Make you feel worse than dehydration (I'll end your career that's a fact)

Leave your face with a major alteration

Chipmunk, your career finished

Yeah

I'm not even wasting no more bars on this prick

Yeah, fuck Chipmunk

Fuck Boy Better Know

Fuck Lord Of The Mics yeah

This is what it is

Wunsen