No offence (Explicit)

Alright Bizzy

Yeah

D-Twizzy D Trady

Brainy

You better pull some goat **** out the bag here like Bizzare

Yeah

Woo woo woo

Uh, yeah

Uh, yeah

I'ma start this **** off like this (haha)

Go on then do it

Turn me up (what up)

B-B-B-B-Bizzare

Trady

Peeka-boo

(Yeah)

Who is this

(Who is it)

It's your daddy

Come give me a kiss

(Mwuah)

I'm the highest (uh-huh)

I'm the lowest (woo)

Ball out of control (uh-huh)

I cant control this

(Yeah)

(Uh)

Cut you in the face with a razor

Fight music

A bunch of teenagers

(Fight fight)

and for then

Big four five

I'm 45

Hit you with a big four

(whoo)

LSD

PCP

STD

It burns when i pee

(Nasty)

I'm out of control

My name is Bizarre

(Bizarre)

I'm higher than the stars

Off 25 bars

Weirdo

No offence no offence

Hanging on the fence

Cos Rufas uses

Abuses acid

**** a TIA

I’ll put you in ashes

Refuses to talk

By the way you robbed me of a fraction

and an apple a day

Might help you in a battle

But Dr Dre wants **** all with your mother****ing album

Bizzy

Bizzy

Bizzy

Here’s an autograph from budden,

I wrote it on the shower cap

Your little diss track seen your tits sag in love tap

I’d come to Detroit

But I can’t find crack shack on a map

Do I pay for my own digs

All I can see is wannabe addict that can’t afford to relapse

So he rips off raps and slaps his name on it

Asks to rewrite lines

Add more flame on it

That Burned out faster than his joint

With Giggs

and that’s being painfully honest

I’ve been a fan since 12

Devils night still sells

Truly grateful for a feature

Yes I’m leeching

But ****ing hell

When I ask for a verse

I expect words that burn

Funny lines that serve

Like Smacking a hoe

But instead I gotta Jakamo co.uk

On a lead

This prick was either freestyling

Or just plain struggling to breathe

Still repping a shitty ** leaf on his cheek

I’ll smack that **** off for free

Give ya money to artist that can spit

On tee

Not this prick in a gym

Instead of sitting down he’s eating cake on his feet

No wonder Eminem ****ed you off

He caught you stealing out of his bin

(Yeah)

Joe Budden had your balls in the cell

He’s right You do look ****ing Ill

(Yeah)

Role back down that purple hill

Go find crush Kill

Jack and Jill

Boy The repercussions

You’re a one man army

The leader left you eating cheaper by the dozen

We spoke for a while cracked on for some time

Then you told me you weren’t happy with your rhymes

Wanted more ****ing money to fix some lines

Giggs must have been running your miles

Cos He’s burned some pounds in one round

and it sounds so dead go check the views

and go checkem

He's probably back home in Peckham

Another artist learned his lesson

Yeah you’re ****ing welcome

DM for features

Before I have another one of my seizures

I wanna rip off as many fans as I can

So I can pay for my cleaners

and I look like an asylum seeker

No promotion or teaser

The story of a group of geezers

Rap pleasers

6 believers

The North East going deeper

Than a doctor finding Bizzies prostate

With bleach and a 7 foot sweeper

Nevermind that block head the size of a freezer

**** man

Your shoulders must be crying

Bald bonce is 45 and Trady's on his back

On first diss track like a lot things underlying