Simon, your bars were weak as s**t

Let me show you how it's done

Listen here now

I'm tired of this s**t

You fabricate lies to seem sick

But you're just a little prick

Your mother should have swallowed you

You look like a b**h made version of Gru

Despicable Me? Nah, despicable you

Rackin' up lines with Wroetoshaw too

The charity match was just a gimmick

How the f**k have you not ended up in a clinic?

Using that YouTube money for drugs?

How the f**k do you keep all your subs?

Using that YouTube money for fame?

How the f**k do you stay so lame?

I looked online for you

Turns out you're the blandest m**r too

No one records the s**t that you do

Watching your vids is like Deja Vu

(Woo!)

You're a snake

You're tryna call me out on views

But I see right through you

You're irrelevant when it's just you

Didn't think you would get a lyricist (yeah)

I know you got a ghostwriter b**h (yeah)

Snakes on a plane, snakes on the roof

Snakes chattin' s**t in the Sidemen booth

None of these b**s are talkin' the truth

Yeah my brother gave me the boost

But he gave everything to you

Brand, clothing, house too

And you diss the Olatunji crew?

We bred and fed you

But I know something about you

You went to Berkhamsted, that's a private school

Couldn't follow up on that Uni degree

He had to beg JJ for help, didn't he?

You're JJ's b**h

Anyway I'm done, this weren't for fun

You know that girl Stella? I went Interstellar

I don't give a f**k m**I s**t in a urinal

I don't give a s**t m**I f**k in the cubicle

In other words I'm saying I don't care

And Harry, you're next

Next time don't try getting drugs at a charity match

You f**g pleb

I'm out of this piece