Chester P Diss

Your whole fam are fayries
Know damn well your man are wary
See my clan are heavy
Come clapping through Canonbury, make your manor scary
Fuck rap you brang it to rare beef
Man like me ain't no back packing adversary
You skinny arse middle class fassy
Bring it to Words’ get found dead
Whole crew's looking like brown heads
Bet you wish you never run your mouth now Chess'
What you’re still vex mans got boyd up in South West?
Slap your girls mouth yes?
You're lucky man didn''t drag her down the steps, take her out her dress
Run drain blood running down her legs
I'm out for my Pound in flesh
In Brighton you got brave saying Northern London town's best
It ain't about the endz bitch
You're bluffing P
Tryna chuck it every six seconds, your brother spuddin me
Acting shook backstage, can’t even stand near me
I understand clearly it’s the "Weaker Man Theory"
That same night when you was bowlin in drainpipes
Tighter than the Lycra them guys are sporting on race bikes
Jabbering jaws, close to getting your face sliced
Bottled and battered left scattered around the wayside
You undercover faggot, strutting your stuff at gay pride
I'm not the playing games type
Relax a minute, take five
Nah blud I’m truly vicious
Mans tap metal shooters to tear through you, Farma, Louis Slipperz
Fuck with 'Smith, little bitches
Subliminal disses, too big for your britches
Might end up riddled with stitches
Them guys are puss', all chi-chi and acting stoosh
Lips are flapping, clips I'm packing be hacking Hackenbush
Faggot pushed me too far, listen star, your "Fugs R Us"
Run through Kung Fu, bust two buckies, dust
Get your bubbles bruck
I’m remembering everything ou enviously mentioned then
I'm resembling Eminem? It's laughable
So tell me who do you resemble then?
Anorexic addicts in the street Big Issue vendering
Was trembling when I performed "In This For Life"
Got jealous your girl was clocking, should've fingered your wife
I want you to battle back so I can come and smack your lacking act
And for blam up any fassy damaging my habitat
I bang the cannon, have him scatter like an alley rat
Swagger like you're badder, facts are patchy like a tabby cat
"Who the fuck is that?" - don't know about my skills bruh
Crush your dumb fam like a hundred fans at Hillsborough
Feel the confidence to trade vowels and consonants
I pound incompetents, doubt you know about the consequence
I season beats, spout condiments
Flavours in the air made to hear around the sphere, about the continents
And when I spit I'm premiership, you're Vauxhall Conference
About to dead your whole clique with nonchalance