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