Dear KSI Regarding your anticipated fight You stated all creators may apply A blatant lie Your survey provided no way to say If I was the preferred antagonist To ram a fist into your face and why? Dismayed I tried to rack my brains and find An explanation, finally one came to mind: "JJ is afraid to die" Yeah he'd rather take a dive than face the guy That makes the gaming rhymes He'd rather stay inside today and hide away and cry I'll be at the weigh in like "I've been training day and night" Bulking up my body weight with takeaway and pints My massive girth will bring you back to earth, KSI Cause mate, behaving like a God's a way of inviting deicide It'll be over so quick we won't need to stream it We'll just make a vine You may rewind that to appreciate, take your time The layers I can iron into shape Require bare time They hide the fact they're highbrow Kinda like your hairline When you were born the doctors thought It was a diplodocus egg My raps are like your bandana Non-stop off the top of the head I thought that Jack Douglass had a massive cranium But yours is the reason we need a bigger capacity stadium Last time you trained to raise your fitness up At the gymnasium They raised the alarm mistaking you for an invading alien Maybe that explains the way you interact with ladies mate Cause making "rapey faces" ain't really your saving grace You're thinking that your baby face Enables incorrect behaviour Making mental illness jabs then play like you're their actual saviour You're chatting vapour It's no surprise your raps are bait bruh So I'm afraid I'll have to roast you like a jacket potato I know promoting fights involves a type of boastful gloating But slow up on the showboating Though don't go back to motorboating Slow your roll before somebody draws on you Rotoscoping I don't know what this bloke is smoking as a mode of coping Fame's a dangerous drug bruv, and JJ's overdosing There's only so long you can go from rope a doping I fight live weasels while showing no emotion The local stoat enclosure's open if you want to go for coaching This is the moment where I'm supposed to say "I'm only joking" But the oven gloves are off - prepare for total roasting You'll need the strongest potions from the potion seller I'm reaching deep beneath you see, call me the ocean dweller Why you beefing with that Logan fella When you know I'm better And I'm ever so much more punchable Than the Go Compare bruh I'm never jealous of you well athletic OP fellas So what that you could beat Joe Weller, I could beat Zoella I tried to chat her up, she said I was a bellend I snuck into the factory, hid a shiv inside her calendar A different type of challenger Won't fit inside your calipers A different calibre My talent's OP like your manager I'm sending shivers down your spine with my vernacular I can make you and Deji feud as if you are the Gallaghers No matter how fast and savage you can throw a jab It won't impact me through these massive fatty rolls of flab Look, I'm an older lad, I'm out of shape and overweight I'll beat the holy crap out of your hand with my nose and face The blows will make your bones all break Like sticks and stones and names I'll eat you up for breakfast mate, call it the hunger games I'll beat you at boxing, beat you at beatboxing Beat you at unboxing Beat you at hopscotch, sinking neat scotch from my lunchbox Singing I know you like to jump around but it's all smoke and mirrors You need to keep up your flows and lyrics don't deliver Like a postman with a broken rib that's trying to go to Kilimanjaro In a Lamborghini, he won't be home for dinner I don't really hate you JJ, I can't even get close Friend and foe I hit both sides, call it a spit roast I know twenty seventeen was the year of the diss track But I'm bringing that shit back And don't give a shit if I get flak Cause I'm a master rap lyricist, while you just dabble In disputing Bull, it's indisputable I'll prove it using scrabble HA Imagine that in the ring How mentally challenging That would have been I'm collecting anagrams of "The Nightmare" Let me gather them in Alright then me Rah I'm the gent Him, gent hater The right name The thin gamer Meh, grin at the Thane the grim Reign hath met Me threat nigh Mr hating thee He, me, that ring Hear them ting Rah, get him ent That her minge Ream the thing He, might enter The ring, am the Hitter, hang em Anger, hit them Man get hither Harm the gent Near might the Man here tight Man he tighter Than the grime Genre that him Rite hang them High men treat Him great then Mean right then Nth meagre hit Harming teeth Argh then emit Methane right 'Neath the grim Night heart me