HeatSeeker part 3

[Intro]

Yeah, Krownmedia
Make sure you get the app
Merry Christmas
Hold tight my mum and all that

[Verse]
Yo, instead of going in [?]
You should have been chilling with your [?]

And all of his mates from Greenwich put bare little willies in his bum but
Man ah got fans in Manny
With big pictures of my face on the wall
I swear if this was DC's, not Red Bull
You three would still have to pay on the door
I'll spit this bar in your face at the final
And spit it tomorrow at Jaykae's tour in Manny
You've got Bugzy's one coming up
Oh wait, no you ain't, he's ashamed of you all and
All of the money you've made from grime
I've made in a night off drum and bass
Dickhead, XP's vex cuh he never gets birthday sex
Just carrot cake
And wallahi, you look like a magistrate
Back in the final, some Gareth Gates
And you wrote [?]
He needs a padded saddle and a bag of grapes
Mate, I'm being for real
Your girl cheats on you in Cheetham Hill
And nobody cares 'bout the lyrics that you wrote
In Bushey Fields when you was really ill
Here, have one of these, they're 50ml
Eat the pill, you need to chill
Brum's should've won that three to nil
Look at the strength and pree the skill
And if I was a ginger, it would still suit me
You need to dye your hair like Snoochie
XP's ex-girlfriend's my groupie
Red Bull gave us wings and you got a pizza meal
And went Posh McBecks
Paul Scholes had sex with Geri Halliwell
You wanna be the man of the match like your dad
But you just bun spice with your girl like your mum in your Manny house
And Grime is dead
That's what most of the Londoners said
Yizzy was ten, Stormzy was in bed
I was in Alstone making money with dreads
Can't clash C Cane, she will get declined
Don't let all the Red Bull get to your head
Somebody give her a pat on the back
And please make sure that she wins Man of the Match
Don, are you having a laugh?
Pay homage to these three? That's not me
I grew up on Skeppy and D Double E
Down south, everybody knows we're OGs
Chip gets high and he listens to me
I'll give Reece a hot box like Bugzy
I still go raves and I scream "Invasion Alert"
La-la-la-la, man's got P 'cuh
Reece West, he used to sleep in doorways
Paid for a tune but snitched in a court case
She gets creampied, then eats sorbets
And Depz was better when he was your age
Put on your war face
I don't give a ish about you and your schoolmate
Yizzy, like a shit version of Izzie
What part of London is he from? Is he, though?
You and your gang are bisexual monsters
Deep down she wants a man from Brum
But ya still grab little girls' bums like Bonkaz
Half of the rappers in London are wrong'uns
Who's a problem? I'll drop your food like Yungen
Yeah, C Cane never got adopted
When she was up for adoption
'Cause she's got lots of medical problems
StayFresh, that's where you should have stayed
Despa don't love you, he loved JayKae
She wants a man from Brum like SafOne
She got with a twat from Wolves like Raids
Ain't heard of Firing, ain't heard of Reepa
Heard the Jay one, I've heard of [?]
Should have sent skrlululublulvucis, skljlksjkldslkdjsat
Somebody from higher estates, not another [?] hater
I grew up in the era of Vader
You grew up in the era of Raider
You ain't got 20 quid to take the chick to Bentley Bridge you failure
She said, "Let's go to Nando's later"
You had to ask your pal for a favour
Why? 'Cause you don't make paper
You be like, "Yo, I pay you back later"
And in '09
This sideman was nine
And, my man was in Year 9 blud
You're not a roadman, you ain't got a nine
Yeah, I've been about, know about Newport Grime
And I never heard your names on the front line
Why? Fuck all that
I would never put you as my warm-up act
You're a wasteman, and Chew works a 9-to-5
You've never ever put for 95
When I go anywhere, I charge man five
Everyone there, they had a great night
You got booked for a 15, was shite
Inside it's me on the mic
Don't ever try diss me in your life
That's how I got fingers off your wife
Man never went out in the Quarter Finals
You eat too many quarter pounders
You and your mates go halves on a quarter
While I've got a headquarters in the jewellery quarter
Let me stick it on Chew
If I stick on you, what you gonna do?
Yeah, Chew's bitten off more than he can chew
I run train on your gyal like choo-choo
Look at the strength, and I slap my cock
Off your mum's forehead like "look at the length"
Man told me that I can't make them jokes
That's not a joke, it's a truthful event
You never turned up to the Red Bull clash last week
There's no mutual respect
When I went Nass Fest, it was a madness
No mattress, I was inside your excellent
White ting, Monday
I beat a Black ting, Tuesday
Beat your Asian ting on Wednesday
Then I had more sex on Thursday
'Cuh it was my birthday
I chilled out on Friday then spent all weekend with my wifey
She knows I'm the one and likes peng tings too, just like me
We had a threesome at the yard and now my WiFi connects
When I go O2, my WiFi connects
When I go Red Bull, my WiFi connects
When I go [?], my WiFi connects
I swear my WiFi connects
When I'm chilling with ex, my WiFi connects
And you wanna know why?
'Cause I'm a dodgy fucking cunt