Correction Lyrics Diss & Chips by Unknown P

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Mmhmm

Didn't think it was me that would merk you
Here's one for the tweet gang to chirp to
I'm a posh MC
But I make man run out of bars like a 10pm curfew
I'm so unholy
Turned up to the clash on the back of a bright, white pony
You may be the guy
But, I can make a grown man cry like Angelina Jolie
Man's got whips
Falafel, hummus, dips
But I know carbs go straight to my hips
So I could never waste time on chips
That's not me, no, that's not
I got tings from Tottenham to Ascot
Come Surrey on a bad boy ting
Man will get dropped just like Arsenal's mascot
And if things get stormy, Kylie
I got bare rich friends who will hide me
I heard all of your payments bounced, 'cause you got no accounts like Wiley
Me and the rich, we're skin tight
And I just had an insight
If you're the MC with the crown, when Chris Brown was in town, why didn't you get an invite?
It's just banter
I don't want no ice like J Hus likes his Fanta
Lyrical barrage
Oh my God, what is that? Garage?
Smells so diesely
Man could incinerate a whole scene  oh so easily
But if the beef gets real, I hop on the horse and Ron like Weasely
I'm so sorry, old boy
I just wanted a piece of the drilly beef (Haha)
No hard feelings
We can always make up over a gla** of Shloer

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