Pop Artist

[Intro: Wiley]
Hello everyone, it's me, Wiley, A.K.A Eskiboy, and right now I've come, we're gonna make boiled eggs

[Hook: Dot Rotten]
Willy, you're a wank wap test tube baby born with herpes and HIV
You look disabled, eyes like paintballs
After you finish sniffin' an O Z
Old man, why are you amping for?
No sales, you had to cancel your tour
You're just a grand dad
You're an old man with regrets
That's why you're hating on me
Get lost

[Verse 1: Dot Rotten]
I've perfected my style
I make records, wow
I'm gonna address this, now
You can't reject this, how?
Why's this bitch trying to pitch it to me?
Come on, you ain't gun bussing
You've been rug munching
So much plaque that pubic hair stick to your teeth
This old man with a walking stick wants to be
When he's firing blanks, I'm firing flames
Feminine William's got the mind of a dame
I can try to explain
But this guy is a lame
Cross-dressing, not repping
Big panties, wine on the tables
Eyes wide, it's not him
Guys it's an 8 ball
Fucking retire
You look like Bunk from The Wire
And you don't take drugs?
You're a liar
You're having a fucking laugh
You ain't nothing hard
And you and Jungle still having bubble baths?
You're in trouble darg
Messing around with the dog for so much
But he needs a muzzle dog
Wiley's been sniffing the pampers
This is his team
He's as big as the actors
Never been a killer but he's spitting a bad verse
Your career's dead, you should live in a black hearse
It's sniff season for his big nose
He's about as old as Fred from Flintstones
He smokes crack till his eyes are clear like windows
If he gets nicked, he'll give out the info
Your number one didn't sound that good
You're about as hood as a brown Gap hoodie
You're gay and proud
Say it loud
Please you pagan, you've been dissing Asians proud
He ain't half of my calibre
Treat him like last year's calendar, take him down
I'll attack all of his characteristics
Will you're a racist clown

[Verse 2: Dot Rotten]
He's copying [?]
Biting off me and
Biting off [?]
Stealing of me and
You've pissed off most of the corporates
Spent your advance on smoking
Lie so hard that your coking out in the open
Words that you've spoken's boring
The Insulting's awkward
Everybody looks at you like you're a God
That's a smokescreen, I see behind of the fog
Number one this, number one that
You're a number one twig
Number one twat
You don't even look right
Eyes looking like egg yolks that ain't cooked right
You pedophile pop artist
I speak the [?] and it's not garbage
I'll erase him, I'm black skin
But I rep for the Asians that sent me to slay him
Spit and torture
I'll turn Willace into a chicken korma
I'm a vicious stalker
Drop kick, leg lock
I'll figure four ya
No homo
I'm crazy like how much coke your nose knows

[Verse 3: Dot Rotten]
Let's start getting real
You haven't blown and you had 10 record deals
Getting emotional and you tweet tweet
I ran past Wiley Cyote like "beep, beep"
I'm a franchise, and you're a stool in East Street
Little junkie, you couldn't punch me
When you got the swagger of eating Hartley's
Kids run away, when they see your mumzy
I'm not gonna go in like I usually do
Can't take it serious, he's a Loony Tune
Who's a pop artist? I pop artists
You're just popular for pop garbage
Your CDs get thrown in a bin
I'm a g, bro, but Richard, he's just a pedo
Fantasize about boning the kids
Your followers all know what you did
Eskimo, I can get colder than this

[Verse 4]
I bet your album sounds like I writ it
I bet all the hooks sounds like I'm singing
I was proud you picked my style for a minute
Then I thought this little child needs a whipping
How have you been branded a vet?
I'll blow your flame out with a candle effect
And no one's caring about your old or your new teams
You're not rolling deep, you're rolling loosely
You got bad boil in X and Ustream
Karate chop in the air, you ain't Bruce Lee
I swear down I'm worried about you
No assets but money around you?
War's the only way that you're relevant
Yeah you'll come back with another dumb track
Talking about your gun claps in your mum's bag
But you love fat full bags and lick bum crack

[Verse 5: Dot Rotten]
Your jaw swings like park operators
You're so butters you can't have a facelift
You're skydiving with no parachute
Battling me there ain't one chance that you'll make it
So I'll still "test me no chance
Try eat me at E3
I'll pull out the streezy and make Eskimo dance"
I'm swag and still can't test my own garms

[Hook: Dot Rotten]
Willy, you're a wank wap test tube baby born with herpes and HIV
You look disabled, eyes like paintballs
After you finish sniffin' an O Z
Old man why are you amping for?
No sales, so you had to cancel your tour
You're just a grand dad
You're an old man with regrets
That's why you're hating on me
Willy, you're a wank wap test tube baby born with herpes and HIV
You look disabled, eyes like paintballs
After you finish sniffin' an O Z
Old man why are you amping for?
No sales, so you had to cancel your tour
You're just a grand dad
You're an old man with regrets
That's why you're hating on me
Get lost