Dot Rotten - Janum Khan aka Janum Cant aka Gaykea lyrics

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?

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 shit
This bouncer took him out smoking
We can Jay getting shelled 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 fuck is a Jaykae?
Go and eat gay 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 prick

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 killed Kylea
You'll never guess who's next yano
Fuck 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 prostitute
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

Yikes
Mummy's been sucking on cum
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 cum 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 prostitute
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 fucking them elders and minors
Say swear to God

Bruv, it's a lot for you
I ain't even know what to say rudeboy
Your mum is a prostitute
Bruv you should never do a war dub
'Cause there's a million shots for you

But let me get back to the serious tone
'Cause I'm in Beerus mode
I live for this shit, 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 sex
He war dubs the chick
And you had cum in your mouth from
Your mum's kiss as a kid
That's a national crime, border his lips

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 gay cake
What's your new name? Gay cake
Lord of the Mics Kozzie vs. Gay cake
Brother I'll harm ya
I ain't got time to be watching
Discarda eating a gay cake
Your mum had about sixty man
In her mouth before 6PM
She kissed you twice, that's a gay cake
Yikes, just imagine how Janum felt
Sitting in a room having to
Hear that shit take place

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