It can be a warning to anyone, like I said

When we hear funny tings

If that′s, if it goes just over 60 percentOver the mark of "That could be at Chip"

And you're in the Premier League

′Cause it goes right down to Conference

Let's not, let's not get it twisted in this, in this rap ting

I′ll be at you neck, rudeboy

Hold tight, Zdot on production

Now it goes

I got a phone call from Jammer

′Cause Chip wants to know if it's beef or music

And Chip don′t want no trouble

Chip definitely doesn't wanna see me when I lose it

Alright Jammer, come, let′s do this

I grab Chip in a headlock and use him

I'm from a little town called Manchester

I′m about to do this million views ting

Check my fire in the booth, it's moving

Chipmunks fire in the booth was boring

I set fire to the building

Chip made everybody in the building start snoring

It's meant to grime, why you talking pop politics

Like any of that′s important

I think Chip might′ve missed his callin'

He could′ve been a teacher with all that talking

Wait, maybe he's falling

Into depression, but that′s just me

How many of your chains are in one piece?

Or did they all get popped off?

Don't talk about shows in my town

Like your likkle show can′t get locked off

I turn into the Devil, take off the door

Then I let 22 shots off, pah-pah

If you, you

You, you

Wanna come against I, I

I, I

These bullets will make man run for their lives

Now your career's on the line

And you wanna take a shot at mine

'Cause you heard that I was the guy? (0161)

He gets bottled so much

That he′s grown some shit on the back of his head

But don′t watch that, I'll finish my drink

I′ll put the glass down and slap him instead

As he was dissing me for shotting off Z's

My phone was ringing

And this is on my life, I put the phone to my head

And heard "Didn′t you know Chipmunks in debt for a 100 grand?"

I just dropped my phone and shouted "Jesus Christ"

Now I know why he's the MJ of grime

Everybody knows the story behind Michael Jackson before he died

The Pepper Riddim was dead

′Cause you spat 32 bars, told 22 lies

All my lyrics are on my Mum's life

I thought you was the grime scene saviour

What's with all this funky behaviour?

I heard Chip′s new EP

And it was about as grime as Maverick Sabre

I′m not feeling Chip Diddy Chip

I'll leave Chip Diddy with a high fade

′Cause my lyrics are all sharp like a razor

You sound like you've been touched with a tazer

Anyhow you see Chippy in the distance

Climbing over the fence like Vager

With that shit on the back of his head

He looks like Sonic the Hedgehog from Sega

I thought you was signed to a major?

I don′t think your label's paid ya

Because I heard you spent your money

Hiring Chris Brown out for the day ′cause

But you still didn't even chart proper

Going on like your a chart topper

Chris Brown was dancing on a bus

Then he hit Ri-Ri with a show-stopper

But you're not in the history book to be honest

No one could give a fuck

Everybody knows Alvin is a punk

He′s was like Chris Brown featuring Chipmunk

If you, you

You, you

Wanna come against I, I

I, I

These bullets will make man run for their lives

Now your career′s on the line

And you wanna take a shot at mine

'Cause you heard that I was the guy?

Chipmunk′s a coconut that I'll open up

So you can see the white in the middle

Bright white like cocaine, drag him in a ginnel

And kick him about like piggy in the middle

And now I got Chippy in my neck

I guess this means that I′m in your league

But you've got 500 thousand followers

Me? I′m only on about 15

You got buried off Tinie, buried off Narstie

But nope, you wanna come at me

But don't watch nuttin', I′ll end your career Chip

Now man are shouting "R.I.P."

Somebody hashtag RIPChip

′Cause I'm in a totally different league

I′ll tear more than a ligament in your knee

You're looking at grime 2015

I think Chipmunk might just run outta bars

Bugz can′t run outta bars

You was a pop star last week

Now it looks like Chipmunk has run outta stars

Don't do Pop and then come back

And act like it′s the Return of the Mack

And please don't mention the School of Grime

'Cause even the beat on that was trap

When it comes down to the School of Grime

I am the headmaster of my time

Anybody comes at me, they′ll get expelled

And sent home at dinner time

How can a chipmunk fight with a lion?

Chipmunk will get eaten alive

I′ll feed him to the lions

You can go and ask Solo 45

If you, you

You, you

Wanna come against I, I

I, I

These bullets will make man run for their lives

Now your career's on the line

And you wanna take a shot at mine

′Cause you heard that I was the guy (0161)

Ayo, Chip

How you gonna get ya career ended like that, bro?

Since when the fuck did a pop star send for a real grime MC?

Especially one from Manchester (0161)

I don't know what′s going on in the 'Pop Premiership′

But this is the 'Grime Premiership', bro

And I′m relegating you, fam

Trust me, there′s a new kid on the block

Manny on the map, trust me, daddy (0161)

How 'bout you tried to diss me

Callin′ me a prick and all that

And then try phone me on some friendly manipulation ting

And then you wanna tweet, talking about reasoning?

Everybody knows beef needs seasoning, shit (0161)

You gon' make all the sweet chilli riddims you want, my brudda

That was dead, the whole ting was dead

Chipmunk is dead, his career is dead

Trust me, it′s a Bugzy Malone ting, 0161

Manny on the fucking map (0161)