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dot rotten - janum khan aka janum cant aka gaykea كلمات الأغنية

[intro: ? & dot rotten]
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 1]
pray for my enemies
especially the ones who were outsmoking jay
came with devil energy, i douse omens
the grime scene was in my ray, trying bill a spliff
i don’t give a sh-t, this bouncer took him out smoking
we can jay getting sh-lled by dot with the tommy
if it’s peak, i’ll blind ya, i’ll roast him
i’m a scorch and amber
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 f-ck is a jaykae?
go and eat g-y cake
i’m in the field with the aks and tecs loaded
said you were gonna smash my head with a mag
you mugged yourself, you saw me and did nowt
you went home pr-ck

[verse 2]
oh while i raise him
you spent more time working on foods on your plate
than your flow and your cadence
don 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
but i ain’t giving you one thing you want
i’m ordering indian i’ll get you naan
why you thinking that i can’t get janum?
i k!lled kylea, you’ll never guess who’s next yano
f-ck a jaykae fam we need the next gena
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’s sox? you should put him on insta 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 your 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 prost-tute
i can just imagine the complex this life offered you
in your house hearing your mum get slam banged
choked and battered by three man it must have got to you
kiss goodbye at the playground was a lot for you

[verse 3]
yikes
mummy’s been sucking on c-m, 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
before 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 mum’s face?
if she never washed for 5 years of her teenage life
she would permanently have a c-m face
they’re like “dot’s just doing fantasy rapping, dissing mum’s again brother man nah, i don’t feel that”
‘till i tell them i swear to god i’m not lying
his mum was a prost-tute 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 f-cking them elders and minors, say swear to god

[interlude]
bruv, it’s a lot for you
i ain’t even know what to say rudeboy
your mum is a prost-tute
bruv you should never do a war dub
‘cause there’s a million shots for you

[verse 4]
but let me get back to the serious tone
‘cause i’m in beerus mode
i live for this sh-t, is he fearless? no
grime is abolished
why you trying to jump out your pram
like i won’t push it over a cliff?
you tried to light me with your kafir 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
jay cake’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 s-x
he war dubs the chick
and you had c-m in your mouth from your mum’s kiss as a kid
that’s a national crime, border his lips

[verse 5]
who ate raisin and purée? jaykae
who loved chocolate and milkshake? jaykae
who got kissed on the lips at birth
and filled with their mouth with the sperm? jaykae
i wonder what you got for your birthday, jaykae?
didn’t get your mumzy’s desert in a bake tray?
now you’re getting cartoon spun like a beyblade
no candles on this gift, here’s your g-y cake
what’s your new name? g-y cake
lord of the mics kozzie vs. g-y cake
brother i’ll harm ya
i ain’t got time to be watching discarda eating a g-y cake
your mum had about sixty man in her mouth before 6pm
she kissed you twice, that’s a g-y cake
yikes, just imagine how janum felt
sitting in a room having to hear that sh-t take place

[outro]
woo, i should be done with this man
but i got a stomach for eating mcs brother that’s how hungry i am
you tried to step with the desert
but look how quick you got sunk under the sand
before you send for me
look in the mirror and realise your mother’s a slag
ha

- dot rotten

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