U Don't Know (Sam Curtis Diss)

[Verse 1] This ain't even beef this is pork to the Jewish He can't touch Sick, now watch me chew him I'll flush him, this cunt it just utter sewage He lied on the radio when they interviewed him He told them that Rad' had made him a beat but That was a lie and not even a wee one See some facts were not factual, not actual in fact Like the fact that dear Hassan actually jacked that track See for radio play you must pay the producer a fee But Hassan had haggled it down to be free Not very fucking likely when you consider the small fact That most of these beats, they're leased through a contract $24.99, that was the price right? Yeah but that's not even the end of his lies He said that the acapella had come seperate Rockitpro.com, the name of the song, just search it (My Way ft. Marka) [Verse 2] It's no Biggie, freestyle, cunt I smell victorious His name and his fame are as made up as his story is Jimmy Kimmel with Eminem, he said "if it rhymes Jim" You did too, plus folk say you sound just like him? Nah, you're no Asher, in fact you're no rapper Your productions a joke you steal tracks you wanker (Pacific Grove? Fuck that! Live to Die, I entertain.) [Verse 3] Now his next big fable is his magical label Lets not even talk signing cunts to his stable Like Cammy or Reiss or P-U-K-E I don't know about the first two but that last cunt was me You offered me cash if I recorded in a group with you And you act like 2Pac, like folk are actually shooting you You laughed at my band, but here's the part I laugh at most You talk so much shit, as if you and 'Pac were actual close Daddy is a gangsta, aye fucking right Sam Who you telling that to? Your fucking right hand? You're like Wink from 8 Mile, Dr. Dre's your uncle right? And you and Lil Wayne are collabing, cos you're so fucking tight But here's the naked truth, I'll be honest I'll be Frank(Talk to Frank) You're as troubled by drugs, as I'm troubled by tanks (And I'm not. Very much. Occasionally..Maybe at the weekend) [Verse 4] You're the Woolworths of wordsmiths, you're fucking worthless bitch Answer the call cunt, but it won't be the curtain, shit You're fucking shit like anal, don't laugh cunt I'm serious You're such a lying bitch, I bet you get a period The bullshit you talk, I'm so sick of fucking hearing it Evil MC dissed you, you didn't diss back, fearing him (Admit it. Dinae act like you weren't. Cunt.) [Verse 5] Here's a Victory lap, like did he bite a Puffy verse Listen on YouTube, Sam Curtis is a worthless perp' He sounds like Eminem, it's funny cos I didn't know That Marshall was retarded, lethargic and an asshole