Wiley - Disrespect (Dot Rotten Send) [Lyrics]

Wiley - Disrespect Dot Rotten Send [Lyrics] [Verse] Suck your mum and your eediot status You’re not Eminem fuck all the abolishing chambers And your daughter she wanna see he dad today Anytime you wanna hype, see the sad in her face So fix up with the stories blud this ain’t Morley Banglez dissed you now you write [?] All you ever do is put yourself about Bring two out and take all of your bredrin out Pussy you’re swinging swords at OAP’s You couldn’t test in 2020 or 018 You’re a fantasy MC dreaming ‘bout winning But everybody hates your guts and your grinning You’re Incredaboy, but with the bars I can wipe out, swipe out, MC’s I dead a boy I’m a step ahead of boys Switch out mics I sound better boy Take MC’s out on stretchers I don’t want any friends in their ting blud You man are all full of shit when I’m in stuff No Rotten man could rain in my parade When I aim this brother and his mumsy It’s straight in the face Sit at your mums table and I’ll never say grace Even if she said grace ‘Cause of you I’ll spit in her face Brother I’ll wipe dog shit in her face You’re not really rude, you act for this I don’t act brother, I’ve died and trapped for this I can’t make fantasy bars about nails in eyelids, atom bombs, ‘cause that’s gimmicks None of you are Eminem, you gotta know when I’m here, you’re dead again Back to the start you go, with you I beg again You beg studio time and beg friend dem You complain when the money gets spent, fibs All you wanna do is tell fibs Your baby mum, she needs help with the kids First man to breach and diss my daughter, that man don’t deserve to have kids Said you won’t like it when I open the lid Small smoke, anytime I come I come big I’ll, split your wig blud what do you think? Two weeks more and your ships gonna sink Fam wanna bring up yutes until I say something about your yute then it’s beef If you wanna sit here chatting about family I don’t mind brother I’ve got all week Anytime I hear you spitting a bar You remind me of suttin, talk is cheap You ain’t gonna do anything or slew anything I heard all your dubs you’re past your peak So, you wanna get disrespectful? Joseph check out the plan If that’s your BM’s and that’s your daughter Twenty years time, blam Yo fucked her with a one man band You got a handful of fans But all of the food your feeding our fans is bland, yo Can’t trick me to thinking it’s substance When it’s all lies in abundance Man can’t ever trick me to thinking he’s a top guy This brothers got you thinking he could rock climb Your problems are yours and not mine You think if you’re pissed of you could stop time Nobody’s waiting ‘round here I’ma win this no debating ‘round here Yo I don’t take disrespect lightly It’s likely I’m gonna send back with [?] Likely I’m gonna send back in one day Yeah it’s Wiley, ill war on the Easter Sunday No chill with it, if you don’t like it deal with it When I’m in the room I don’t care how you feel innit No matter how many deals I did, all that matters I’m still here with it, sitting in a chair with it, clear with it Got no fear innit, man don’t care innit, catch me scaring it, I throw spears in it Step in the office I throw chairs in it Man better know I’ve gone clear with it I bet you thought you was the heir to it Heir to it? My brother you ain’t near to it And you’ve been having nightmares at Christmas and I’m here for it I got my drink and my weed and a chair for it Yo, it’s Wiley again, don’t try me again if you’re not on these levels Don’t size up ‘cause you’re not a new rebel Nobody cares you copped a new kettle Your an eediot man can’t back out the war Gotta send a red shell for your jaw, in the war, I’m sure I’m kicking off doors, don’t laugh too soon I’ll be kicking off yours