[Intro]
Swifta production
Simon, your bars were weak as shit
Let me show you how it's done
Listen here now

[Verse 1]
I'm tired of this shit
You fabricate lies to seem sick, but you're just a little prick
Your mother should have swallowed you
You look like a bitch-made version of Gru
Despicable Me? Nah, despicable you
Rackin' up lines with Wroetoshaw, too
The charity match was just a gimmick
How the fuck have you not ended up in a clinic?
Using that YouTube money for drugs?
How the fuck do you keep all your subs?
Using that YouTube money for fame?
How the fuck do you stay so lame?
I looked online for you
Turns out you're the blandest motherfucker, too
No one records the shit that you do
Watching your vids is like déjà vu
(Woo!)

[Verse 2]
You're a snake
You're tryna call me out on views
But I see right through you
You're irrelevant when it's just you
Didn't think you would get a lyricist (yeah)
I know you got a ghostwriter bitch (yeah)
Snakes on a plane, snakes on the roof
Snakes chattin' shit in the Sidemen booth
None of these bitches are talkin' the truth
Yeah, my brother gave me the boost
But he gave everything to you
Brand, clothing, house, too
And you diss the Olatunji crew?
We bred and fed you!
But I know something about you
You went to Berkhamsted, that's a private school
Couldn't follow up on that uni degree
He had to beg JJ for help, didn't he?
You're JJ's bitch
[Outro]
Anyway, I'm done, this weren't for fun
You know that girl Stella? I went Interstellar
I don't give a fuck, man, I shit in a urinal
I don't give a shit, man, I fuck in the cubicle
In other words, I'm saying I don't care
And Harry, you're next
Next time, don't try getting drugs at a charity match
You fucking pleb
I'm out of this piece