Yung Searle you're a f**king dickhead                                                          

You look like a child, bet you still get breast fed

This gonna make you piss yourself like Witzmann

This is now war we're going 40s, imma blitz him



You're chattin' shit saying your track is fire

Claiming you'll end my career you're a f**king liar

I'm an archelad not Solent, get ur facts right

I'm loam soil whilst you're pure shite



Shouldn't have sent back you've made me snarl

Cant even write your lyrics, you got help from Carl

Bought your likes why the f**k are you bragging

Your bars are more disturbing than the Phoons shagging



You study history, you're already in the past

Lil Hutchie' gonna make sure you don't last 

Here one day gone the next like Frawley

Im gonna turn this into a horror story 



You're doomed to fail even Daly left your side

Your bars are more faulty than the black hand's cyanide 

Yung Searle can't handle the grime sesh

Your career is fading like your trim from fresh. 



Wearing Palace and Supreme to try and fit in

I can see right through you, you f**king virgin 

Lil Hutchie' got the POWER like Kanye

Dare you to come my ends on remembrance Sunday