Rockstar (Dappy Diss) - Scorcher

I don’t know when sniffing cocaine turned cool

Or watching your cousin give brain to a fool

But who am I to judge though

Man diss me, I tell him it’s all love though

Go and buy the single

Listen lickle rockstar playin' your guitar

With your likkle chainz on spraying like your hard

I was in the tint when I got the phone call

You was chillin' at the studio playing on the farm

You should have a patch on your eye, likkle pirate

No regrets video was looking like my ting

Everybody said it but I didn’t really mind it

Now I gotta shock a little nigga like lightening

On a bag of drugs ca' it make you feel bigger

Pale like a sheet sayin' you’re a real nigga

Bally on your face looking like a real killer

Reality check brudda, you’re a lead singer

Dappy you can buy as many friends as you want

You can be the richest in your ends if you want

But how you gon' chat bout chains tryna diss me

Running to your fans, what happened to you in Finchley

Me I’m in the ends with bruddas that ain’t rappers

Stick it in the pussy cause none of us ain’t faggots

I ain’t gonna lie, he’s a sucker that’s got talent

But he might die cause them brudda that’s got habits

I could just imagine Dappy picking up a whole key

Found dead at Wireless cause a dickhead OD’d

It’s so lame, tryna be Cobain

You’re a good yout', lay offa the cocaine

Bim bimmer, zim zimma, zag-a-zagi

You teef Beenie man style with your nana-ni

Go where with what chain, that’s a bag of lies

Unless you’re 20 man deep with a bag of knives

Fuck boy taking pics with your willy out

Ya like Earthworm Jim with a silly hat

Lead singer tryna act like a killer now

Big man ting, somebody sit him down

I don’t give a fuck what you pushed in the bank

You could have a mill, still look like a tramp

It’s like he had the lights off when he got dressed

How you rich, still looking like a hot mess

You ain’t ready for me brudda, go an' battle Lethal

Underground king, you could never be my equal

Your Tarzan shit 2 was deader than Evisu

Pussy ‘ole don’t ever say my name cause you feel too

I’m just talkin' out the tings I ain’t fakin'

Maybe I’m too real for the mainstream

He’s lying to himself saying that I’m hatin'

I guess that’s what happens when you make it