Dot Rotten [Lyrics] (Jaykae Reply) Janum Khan Aka Janum Can’t Aka Gaykea

Dot Rotten - Jaykae Diss

[Intro]

Yikes
Imagine grime got abolished
Jaykae you don’t want it
This is about to be UK gossip
You
Fat boy
You still scoffing your face when you write bars?

[Verse]

Pray for my enemies, especially the ones who are out smoking Jaykae with devil energy, I douse omens
The grime scene was in my ray, tryna bill a spliff,
I don’t give a shit, this bouncer took him out, smoke him
You can find you’ll get shelled by dot with the Tommy
If it’s peak, I’ll blind ya, I’ll roast him
I’m a scorch and [?] ya
I guess I had to change up the temperature,
Eski just got his house frozen
Jaykae thinks he’s safe but I’ll murder him,
Creep in his house in Birmingham,
while in dressing gown choke him
Liam the professionals approaching
Get you from ten miles away or from up closely, necks open
What the fuck is a Jaykae?
Go and eat Gaykae
I’m in the fields with the AK’s and tech’s loaded
Said you were gonna smash my head with a mag
You mugged yourself, you saw me and did nowt,
You went home prick

Oh well I raised him, you spent more time working on foods than your plate than your flow and your ?
Son, king I punch hurt ears like Mike Tyson
Face to face you can’t toe to toe with my greatness
I’m ordering food, chill I got you, Jaykae it’s Khan (calm)
But I ain’t giving you one thing you want
I’m ordering Indian I’ll get you Naan (none)
Why you thinking that I can’t get Janum?
I killed Kylie, you’ll never guess who’s next yano
Fuck a Jaykae fam we need the next gena (generation)
You did a tune with Ed Sheeran, I hear it, but peer this
Will he care about you in the next gena?
On the roadside I can bring you death Janum
Where Sox used to put him on instep Janum
I’ve unloaded ball bearings with my spesh Janum
And it’s something you talk tough,
wasn’t Saf Man too strong for you?
I ain’t gonna talk about what I’d do to ya mum
But trust Janum it’s long for you
Violate and send shots at your face, but not like customers when your mum worked as a prostitute
I can just imagine the complex this life offered you
In your house hearing your mum get slam banged choked and batteried by three man it must have got to you
Kiss goodbye at the playground was a lot for you

Yikes!
Mummy’s been sucking on cum, don’t play she’s a dirt
Customers come to the door,
that’s five man with trousers already undone
Invading her skirt
You don’t want none of this war
If your mum says she’s pregnant, everyone run
Heart hurts you’re for every bit of your dad
With the gibberish, sprigger I told him
that he’s never my son
But for the first 8 bars, don’t you get it? I won
New baby alert
Tell me, how many times did a man
bust nuts in your mums face?
If she never washed for 5 years of her teenage life she would permanently have a cum face
They’re like “Dot’s just doing fantasy rap and dissing mums again brudda man nah I don’t feel that”
‘Till I tell them I swear to god I’m not lying
he’s mum was a prostitute and that’s real facts
Are you dumb G, I’ma send some homage to funky
for this one and air you off
If your mum weren’t doing incalls and outcalls
when you was in your diapers say swear to god
If your mum weren’t eyeing them crumpled tens and twenties for giving shiners, say swear to god
If your mum weren’t buying your diapers from fucking them elders and minors, say swear to god

Bruv, it’s a lot for you
I don’t even know what to say rudeboy
Your mum is a prostitute
Bruv you should never do a war dub
‘cause there’s a million shots for you
But let me get back to the serious tone
‘Cause I’m in bearish mode
I live for this shit, is he fearless? No
Grime was abolished, why you tryna jump out your pram like I won’t push it over a cliff?
You tried to like me with your Kuffar girl moon her
I’ll verbally shoot you a solar eclipse
I’m in London right now and Jaykae is physically alive but I’ll leave him a soul in the sticks
Stop directing your anger at me and deal with all your emotions you div
Jaykae’s so angry that he sends for the microwave
when it don’t warm up the chips
Jaykae’s so angry with the world that he’ll go to the sea and call out the fish
Janum is so angry with his girl that he ain’t had sex,
he war dubs the chick
And you had cum on your mouth from your mums kiss as a kid, that’s a national crime border his lips

Who ate raisin and pureade? Jaykae
Who loved chocolate and milkshake? Jaykae
Who got kissed on the lips at birth and filled their mouth with the sperm? Jaykae
I wonder what you got for your birthday, jaykae?
Didn’t get your mumsy’s desert in a bake tray?
Now you’re getting cartoon spun like a Beyblade
No candles on this gift here’s you Gay cake
What’s your new name? Gaykae
Lord of the Mics Cuzzy Vs Gaykae
Brudda I’ll harm ya, I ain’t got time to be watching a discarder eating a gay cake
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