Dot Rotten - Facts lyrics

"Jasmine is erm a guy... Who dresses
Up as a girl. His
Name is James but his erm
Like y'know when he dresses
Up as a woman he's Jasmine and
Blacks used to fuck him
So... he used to holler him
Down hard as well
So that's where that's come from"

Yeah
Niggas be hating on me once again
Yeah
Talk you ain't in just to mention my name

I'm on a war mission
I got a pure vision
In a conflict I leave your jaw spinnin'
Doin' this since I had my re-bore
Rollin' in a four door Nissan
Facts


Everybody knows about facts
You spat your bars, no facts
Get a man back with facts
Said that you've never been G checked
But we're gonna find out if that's really a
Fact
Minarmy the team, that's fact
Can't fuck with the Gs, get slapped
Shaatuup
Yo man can't keep lyin' like that
No reciept we don't buy it like that
P, cut down on carbohydrates
I think it's time you take diets like that
Didn't wanna do it but it gets like that
And I didn't know Blacks
Gives neck like that
OGz, they lose respect like that
Brudda, you should leave Cleo alone
I ain't backin' her
But her mistakes are hers not mine
If Chip, Black the Ripper and a
Cameraman beat then fuck it
We all got shines
If I wifey'd Shivs
You were pipin' sniff up in Wiley's crib
All these lies and fibs
You said that I sold Mazza's kit
But I made that one
It was free for the fans online
Put 3 of his sounds on a file by accident
I called him up, he wouldn't stop cryin'
I gave man a bag of VSTs
And showed man techniques and beats
You know I'm not biased
Said he never got credited
Where are you gettin' this?
It's on his Soundcloud, now mock I
I got love for Mazza he
Jus took shit the wrong
Way and decided to say that we're not guys
Never got dropped on a one album deal
Fulfilled my contract
Old news, long time
You didn't pay for the studio
Put out your CD
Never said thanks, opp signs
I talk 'bout guns
I was trained by a marksman
I can undo and redo a Glock 9
Security firm in Jamaica
Three million dollar house in LA
You can't top I
You aimed your lyrical gun, dissed and missed
Said I got a kick out of dissing chicks
Did a EP gettin' at me dissing chicks
About L after L
Fibs and fibs
I can see P sittin' in a clinic pissed
Cheated on twice by his missuses
While you were scrubbin'
Your girlfriend's foot
Griminal's older brother just
Dicked it quick
How you hatin' on me and my Ipswich chick?
She ain't cheated on me
She's keepin' it trill
And we're makin' some P
On some business shit
But Lils and Miss Anderson
Oh how embarassing
They ain't strong enough to lift this dick
While you was lickin' your exes clit
They had man on the side tryna dip, dip, dip
While you was buyin' em Christmas gifts
They had other man's name
On their Christmas list
While you were doing your exes chores
She was doin' you nasty and Grim witnessed
Maxta got head off your ex and
Got blocked off the radio
Nah it's a different ting
Before she preceded to blow let him know
If he spoke his career's gonna
Go don't tell a soul so we
Know the radio's fixed with hit's
Though really you wifey'd a sket
You beat up both your exes got arrested
Abusin' women bredder it's time to confess
Imagine Betty inside the house
With him arguin' scared
For her life them nights were distress
Sian in the morning goin'
To work depressed having
To put on a fake smile to present
Betty waking up in the morning horny with a
Black eye thinking this guy should be dead
She called your BMs and told that you're
Cheatin' and you broke her jaw
What a guy he's the best
And broke her nose
Guess that's how you've grown
There's a reason he ain't replied to it yet
Don't know what situation Willy's
In with Mr Williams
It's gay and slightly a beg
Blacks fucked a transvestite and
You roll with him
Jasmine's your boy's old wifey, it's dead
Can't stop laughing inside of my head
Put a Insta model naked in front of Blacks I
Bet he'll have a hard time tryin' to errect
I keep telling 'em I don't spit no more
But these fans they want all
The grime they can get
God put me back in this path
So I'm aiming for you
Like Gabriel I'm sniping your head
Killin' em slowly I'm OG the cutter
Wait why don't he roll with his brother?
That's your family
Clock videos full of mandem
But he don't roll with his brother
Heard through the grapevine
P don't like gays
And I heard that he's disowning his brother
Shoulda set him up with Blacks 'cah at least
They coulda been gay without
Exposing each other
Imagine em sharing a room, on a real though
Blacks with pictures of Wiley
The grime scene
P's brother with pictures of
Kylie and dildos
P, don't be mean to your bros
You took Sian off Little Dee you little thief
You're the one that got
Caught stealin' a hoe
Lied that I stole from the
Studio you're the one
That was stealing from the Gs that you know
You didn't like me for my birthday set
When you tried to put it on Rem with Stripes
South west boy in the
South east with essentials
There was jealousy in his eyes
Couldn't care less about YouTube views
'Cah I'm getting at you I applaud dislikes
You been rolling with snakes early
So that EP cover you've chosen
It fit's just right
Right now your boy looks suspect
Think I ain't got dirt on you?
Come on now brother I can make a OG get upset
Talk about work you put in grime
For a whole year brother you
Were spittin' on dubstep
You can't chat shit about N.E
I never saw you once in his
House when he lived in Nunhead
Your head's comin' off
Straight up bloodshed

How you can gonna talk to me about hoes?
Both your exes have killstreaks
Body counts bigger than Sergeant
Majors an' that
You're just a liar
You think it's over?
It ain't over yet