Oopsy Daisy Riddim

Oopsy daisy, I hurt you again
Crushed your heart in the palm of my hands
If you walk out, baby, I'll understand
Cause all I'll do is hurt you again

Oopsy daisy, I murked you again
Got Jahmaal in the palm of my hand
Stop now, maybe I'll understand
Cause all I'll do is murk you again

I know Shitmunk might just run out of heart
Yungs don't run out of heart
I don't wanna see your big head at Wireless
I'll make sure you get run out the park
Run out the park, run out Jahmaal
I didn't wanna do this, why did you start?
Told them man that you weren't gonna send
Now it looks like I'm gonna have to light up your clart
Prerecorded? No
You've got a snake in your circle, fam
You're gonna dread that you even replied
It's like you want me to go Murkle Man
You can make up all the lies you want
You don't want me to get personal, fam
No girl ain't got no restraining order on me
Is that how bad I hurt you, fam?
Always screaming North London
You're a big man, that's pathetic
Like I don't know you live round Essex
You little TOWIE boy, man, forget it
No fabrications, no edits
I used to rate you, now you can get it
I used to rate you, what do you want, a merit?
But when I see you, fam, don't leg it
Talking about who you spun before
Fam, do you think that I care?
About spin me out of my Margielas
Like I can't just buy a new pair
About you wear brands with no label
You've been wearing Ellesse all year
I won't be surprised if next month
You don't try and bring back No Fear
Yeah, you was right, fam, it's not that time
You got spun by a rapper on grime
Yeah, they're asking about Krept and Kone
Don't worry about me, I'm fine
Don't get why you talk about Tots at time
When you got jacked in Tots that time
Yeah, take off your Hublot, it's not that time
Remember you got jacked for your chops that time?
Now you're talking 'bout Tinie's mum
How dare that come out of your mouth
Like you didn't leave your mum in North London
Tinie, go and buy his mum a new house
What the hell you got in that man bag?
Oh shit, he's got the pen in the pouch
I don't wanna hear you talk about no women
When you always got men in your house
You're not the president of T
You against me ain't what you wanna be
You said you fuck better than me
Why was you asking about my D? Hmm
I have to rub my jaw, man, it's strange
Said a Lambo weren't out of your range
Funny story, you've got a Smart Car, fam
Don't ever get out of your lane
How the fuck do you get to your shows?
How the fuck do you drive with your woes?
I've got a big whip, I could have a threesome
Me and you ain't even got space to get blows
Look at the path you chose
I can do this on my own
This child chose his destiny
And I think that everyone knows
Now they can watch me shell
When they all come to my shows
They say my name, say my name
You know how the song goes
Designer from head to your toe
You were swagging the way that you rocked it
But that's when you know a man's lost it
When the only thing he gets is the boxers
Yeah, I know I didn't get on the album
But you didn't get onto Wretch's
You didn't get onto Skepta's
Now tell me who's been neglected
I'm the Michelle of PD
You won't let me put the light on you
You're LeToya of north
My man got kicked out the crew
Cause I see Wretch and I see Skep
But I never, ever see them with you
Go on then, go on then, go on then
Say it ain't true
Don't talk tough, you little actress
You never been on badness
I can see into the future
I can make your March a madness
Dickhead

Oh, you thought I was done?
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Oopsy daisy, I just murked you again, I just murked you again
Oopsy daisy, I just murked you again, I just murked you again
Oopsy daisy, I just murked you again, I just murked you again
Oopsy daisy, I just murked you again, I just murked you again