"Dub Diss" | SCOPTA

 

 

Yeah man, it's Scopta

 

Who let the fucking Space Raider reply,

I told you mate, diss me and you'll die,

Everyone telling me to go for round 2,

everyone going around "Who the fuck are you?"

I mocked you once, now I'm mocking you twice,

I can flow all day now I've broken the ice,

Bragging about how you want to be on SBTV,

Don't you know I run the GEEZ?

Dub, your head's like a fucking balloon,

So keep on mumbling you anorexic baboon,

Keep on dissing, you stupid goon,

I did well in my education,

Can you even spell ejaculation?

You're as big of a joke as your fucking head,

He didn't come to town, so the boy ain't dead,

Head like a space raider? I can't quite tell,

He pretends to be hard but he don't know hell,

He raps about how he "runs this game",

But poor old Joshua, all your bars are lame,

Joshua, your bars are all the same,

What's wrong with you man, you keep repeatin',

Sounds to me as if the Dub needs a beatin',

He keeps rambling on like he's a white Tupac,

Says he's carrying the Bay on his back,

listen up Bay Crew, you're all under attack,

Repping the Bay? More like Iraq,

Look at all these addicts on crack,

Keep talking, I'mma give you a smack,

Go whack whack, punch in your face,

You're a disgrace to the human race,

Britain's Biggest Tosser, you got that right,

You're a tosser because you've never been in a fight!

You sat there talking about how he'd roll me into a blunt,

To be fair to you mate, you sound like a cunt,

You don't no nothing about no V A T,

I'll swing you in the face with a B A T,

Sorry, I keep forgetting that's your face,

But to be fair, it's a fucking disgrace,

He called me out for mentioning caviar,

But Dub doesn't even know what it was,

Nobody in the Bay does, about everything,

hell anything, about anyone, you know I'm the Don,

Get my crew Geez to shout "Going On!",

Dub, when I see you you'll freeze, get down on your knees,

Screaming in a video about my crew Geez? Bitch please,

How's a gay boy gonna diss me?

All you're good for is a bit of a tease,

You sending for me is irreversible,

So it's time to get down and personal,

Your girlfriend left you, that's depressing,

You even rapped about her, you're obsessing,

Oh dub, don't cry, I'm only messing,

But I did hear you into cross dressing,

That's not a joke, I'm not guessin',

The poor boy lives in a yellow brick house,

I'm like the Lion, you're like the Mouse

You look like a prick, you dress like a twat,

Your voice is monotone and you're a little brat,

I'm repping the mandem of the 01492

Your STI problems left your balls blue,

Diss me, but you picked up on my estate,

I hope you're satisfied getting a shitty point 8,

All my dealers are good with me, I get a mates rate,

I'm sat here shifting that 1P acid,

you're stood there with a one inch flaccid,

We the Llandudno Massive, we made Bay go passive,

Thinking your cool because you smoke the green,

But Dub, you ain't ever seen Scopta get mean,

"It's a joke" you made sure in my DMs,

All of your bum buddies popping up in my PMs,

Half of your followers must all be fucking rems,

Call me the undertaker, lyrically superior,

Josh Dub, he's satirically inferior,

My first diss was just a taste

This MC can't cut to the chase!

Keep rambling like Bugs, I'm talking the rabbit

Dissing you is becoming a new habit,

What you mean I ain't talking 'bout white when I bash ya,

Dickhead, don't you know North Face don't make you rasta?

You better know I am the grime scene pastor,

You're the student and I'm the headmaster,

You ramble about shit like "pancake flipping",

I heard that and thought "what the fuck, are you tripping"?

He called his video the Scott Ashe roastin,

But after this, Dub won't doing no boastin,

Dub you don't look okay, do you need a hug?

It's about time I pulled the plug,

I'm done, that's the final straw,

Everyone knows this ain't no draw,

When I go in, it's always hardcore,

Josh Dub, you've been done for