Murderation

[Verse 1: Shystie] Look Fury, you still wanna brawl?! While your mum’s got to keep Britain white on her wall I can re-activate your website with just one call You transvestite, fat dyke, with elephant balls I'mma air your dirty linen make your family feud I know your sister’s timetable at Holy Family School Your dad molested you from the age of two Disrespecting Shystie, you’re either mad or a fool Your mum don’t study law, she’s a lying whore! She sells Providence Insurance from door to door! At the same time she’s committing benefit fraud Don’t let me G her up, and go collect my reward E956-JAR, ring a bell? That’s the “reg” of ya big brother’s car He got dragged out his whip, punched up by your cousins Got battered out in Stratford, and you didn’t do nothing! Your dad’s a deported heroin user Scans pictures of little kids on his computer He’s a tramped out drunk and he smells of cider And he works in East as a mini cab driver Come walk with me, people come follow me To Leicester, where big sis gets beat horridly The slags like a punch bag, takin dem blows She gets beat black and blue looking like little moe If you was any type of gangsta, you’d get involved But you’re fake, and I'mma let the whole world know That Corey writes 99% of your flow Check my publishing credits, bitch I write my own, coz [Hook: Shystie] She likes to start beef, but she cont finish it! Runnin her mouf like Shy ain’t gonna handle it! Now I’m replyin and I’m causin you embarrassment! What’re you gonna do? RUN TO YOUR MUMMY NOW! Coelle Beaupierre, you’re just a jealous bitch! I got a deal and you ain’t, now get over it! I'mma end your career in a single hit! What’re you gonna do??? RUN TO YOUR MUMMY NOW!!! [Verse 2: Shystie] This ain’t verbalicious and I sure ain’t Sovereign I don’t get clapped up and come back groveling Fury, I don’t know why you’re bothering I guess I’m the shit and you’re just the fly hovering Look, I don’t spar with no amateur Corey’s got you gassed taking hits at my character So now I got to publicly embarrass you Starting with that crack pipe that you call a manager ‘Here’s an idea that can make us… Let’s diss Shystie for some Polydor papers! Do it now while she’s away in Barbados My cousin Jenny Francis will get us on playlist.’ ‘Slow down, Shy’s alright! And plus I wanna sex her good on the sly! I moved to her online but she won’t reply And if I had one wish she would be my dyke’ Now this is the reason that we don’t speak Fury kissed me on my cheek while I tried to sleep It’s the truth my friends, she’s a lesbian! She spends nights sleeping ‘round Lady Sovereign! I'mma tell the world all of your deepest secrets How you cried when you didn’t get no free adidas You’re that clown that flopped on the Chancer’s series And got beat by phobia, a chief from Bogna Regis I’m confused Fury, tell me who you rep You’re just a unloyal sket who won’t close her legs East Connection, Musketeers, Den Defenders, LOS When you spit I can smell the stale semen on your breath The only way you’ll shine is when you’re down on your knees And you’re tasting Ronnie Red-Eye’s kids and seeds If your mum had any sense she would’ve got down and swallowed you Your dad should a bashed you out but the prick followed through One date rape made a mixed race ape That spits racism on her mixtape Sayin if ya too black then bleach ya skin And black rubber lips, she ain’t feeling them! Corey must’ve Ouija Boarded you back alive Ask the streets she-man, Ronnie took ya life Coelle please, you’re not real at all You lost all stripes when your mum made the call I want money stacks as big as your gut How can Corey manage you while he’s touching you up? Hello? She’s a man why you falling in love? Check her Adam’s apple and the size of her nuts! I’m taking everything: your dignity, your pride Ya self-respect, self-esteem, even your run-down ride Your sterlin silver, your cubic zirconium bling I’ll take the hint of melanin your dad left in your skin, cos [Hook: Shystie] She likes to start beef, but she can’t finish it! Running her mouth like Shy ain’t gonna handle it! Now I’m replying and I’m causing you embarrassment! What’re you gonna do? RUN TO YOUR MUMMY NOW! Coelle Beaupierre, you’re just a jealous bitch! I got a deal and you ain’t, now get over it! I'mma end your career in a single hit! What’re you gonna do??? RUN TO YOUR MUMMY NOW!!! [Verse 3: Shystie] (Gunshots) Remember that sound? I bring déjà vu of someone shootin ya house! Bullets through your windows, bullets through your couch Everybody on the ground, wile you’re tryna dial out You’re an informer, you better mind out If you don’t roll deep, then don’t try and wile out Why’re you bringin arms house to ya mum’s house Shystie’s back bitch, take a time out Who does this girl really think that she’s challenging When it comes to beef, we move like Italians No murder weapon prints, no trace No DNA, no court case Nah she don’t want it, we got bare gossip We shaking hands with the skeletons in her closet Let’s take it back to 2003 When you got booed off Sidewinder with Maxwell D Bouncers pulled you off the stage when you tried to spit And if my memory’s correct it went something like this: (Audio clip of Fury at Sidewinder and the crowd booing her off stage) Follow the yellow brick road to the place we all know That famous address down in Walthamstow If you look carefully through the keyhole You’ll see Fury on the floor giving her brother deep throat I swear down man, this is what I saw For a bed she had a bloody stained mattress on the floor Grey knickers wif discharge that’s already been wore Used cotton buds, tampons, on her chest of drawers ‘Fury your damn right, you are the grime queen, ya frowsy’ Nah this done it for me All I saw was shock waves and a tub of brill cream There was no afro products in the room to be seen Sherman Klump says she’s got sex appeal Oh for real? So where’s your man, who’re you signed to, where’s your deal? When’s the last time you got banged? Come on let’s be real And why did Channel U reject your video, what’s the deal? Look, nobody loves you, brers don’t hug you Dats why you get moist when the mans dem spud you I swear down, ask her mum, ask around, ask her friends, ask her fam’ Fury’s never had a man Well maybe cos she’s butch and she looks like a brer And uses battery acid to relax her hair I don’t really care what you choose to do But replying to Shystie’s a stupid move Its so bait what ya gonna do next You’re gonna call up my phone and make some more threats Then you’ll try to reply and I’ll ignore you again Killed by me and Red’s bitch, this is where it ends You’re now known as the girl MERKED by Shy! When your name gets mentioned, it’s followed by mine! Callin’ out my name thinkin’ that you’ll get signed Fury, I’ll disrespect any bitch in line! No way are you real, you broke all street codes Your mum got involved! You are not road! You’re not the queen in this scene, you’re the chief! The first one in history whose mum squashed the beef!