The Burial

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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
F*ck 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
F*ck 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

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