The Burial

Bruv, I honestly don't think you grasp the severity of the situation now No wonder the Andover scene And most of your friends turned their backs on you You're just a muggy little cunt Fuck your entire 6 minutes of bullshit I'm going in on that one comment, and that one comment alone So we're going in for personal attacks, that's cool I never dissed your album as a whole, just you But bringing my boy into this, you lose Your mates committed suicide, it should have been you You're a walking contradiction, no more kid gloves Pussio, wasteman, drop this shit cuz Clash me for clout, you're as damp as a drip bruv Get more streams than all your shit does Why the transphobia mate? Remember, wasn't your ex-girlfriend transgender? Making all these gay digs, fam, I'll end ya Are you really straight, or a big pretender? Or are you a paedo? Like them younger? Go write a song about it, they don't love ya Or just bitch and moan online, you won't say shit, when I confront ya Fucking hell though, 6 weeks for this? This reeks of piss, saying man can't compete with this Where'd you get this cheek to diss Acting like billy big bollocks, still, you've missed I come through, I shell man, verbal Hell, man, you can't tell man, that I fell, man Lyrical assassination, just bell man Go and have a bath, you cunt, you smell man Begging on Facebook, can't pay rent, my man shoulda sorted that out instead But you bought a new program, mum's upset, so now you're homeless, AND in debt? What a fucking wasteman, fam you're wet, sounds like you'd be better off dead So do us all a favour, join your friends, find your body in a box, od'd on meds You only got a radio play, coz you begged it, I don't need that to show my talent 50k streams, for a single beat, that's 500 times more than you'll ever manage It's a madness, how you still think you're good It's mental, how you thought you could JUST BRING MY BOY INTO YOUR TRACK AND NOT THINK IF YOU REALLY SHOULD I was gonna give you props, for the send That's facts, but scrap that, backtrack, I'm going dark I see you bruv, with your corny ass snapback In your little hatchback sitting at the park Are you taking vids of kids, or cars, you fucking nonce, you've had your chance Fuck leaving scars, I'll slice your throat, let's call this Anton Lane's last dance Sending for the Andover boys, that's bad news, them boys will murder you You've chose this path, you'll always lose, bigger problems now, not me and you You've sent for the whole scene? Man that's fucked, you're out of luck, it's over, trust You're done Bitch with a man bun? Fam that's hurt me, at least my hair ain't dirty Go and have a snack mate, my man Bonez I couldn't think of anyone more deserving Poor little featherweight, you're still yearning Can't get on my level, and you're still not learning King of the clash, and the fire's still burning All of this is down, to your choice of wording Didn't even take me, 24 hours, and I've dug you up, just to kill you again I'm a boss, with a pen, I make, careers end I hate, to make amends, and you've, lost all your friends I'm a demon with a mic, I just transcend, these wounds I leave will never mend So Anton, mate, I'd recommend, just hushing up now, please, I beg