Lyrics:

Jentina this is not a dream
This is a fucking nightmare you bitch
Wanna wanna wanna be wanna be wat eva

What the fuck?
You was born in a caravan,
That don't make you ghetto
I seen more ghetto in posh spice's stelleto
You chat like a blonde but I swear your a brunette
When's your carrer endin'?
Tell me as soon as
'Cause you're fuckin' annoyin' ma ears
With your bullshit walk and
Bullshit talk and
Crack head dances
And you didnt get crap advances
Your record labels dumb
For signing a fitch
Who can tracks her bum
Whos still askin' her mum 'whats cum?'
Your fake and you look k-cut
Try wearing less make-up
You got a quiff like elvis
How can you sell this
Escalade, St Tropez
What escalade!?
I saw you drivin' a Nissan Sunny down Peckham way.

'Caus your fuckin' annoyin' my ears
Wid your bullshit walk 'n bullshit talk and crack head dances
And you didn't get crak head 'vances
Your record label's dumb
For signin' for a

You're fake and you look caker
Try wearin' less make up
You got a quiff like elvis
How can you sell this?
(Escalate and St. Tropez) wat escalate hahaha
Swear you drive down his house sunny day back and wave

Wanna wanna wanna b wanna b
Sad arse strippah in a messed-up way
Get out da car 'n' drop ya hair sprays
Wanna wanna wanna wanna b wanna b
Sad arse stripper in a meseed-up way, how da fuck did you get airplay?
Fuckin' fake Fuckin' fake, fuckin' fake fuckin' fake

Jenny from 'da block more like jenny from a flock of pidgeons
What class A drug did they put in it?
Chicken - all spazin' out in the video like you're trippin'
Incase your mum gave birth while she was strippin'
Shuka Shake, shake the brake your hips and fall out of your caravan right into a ditch, bitch!

(Chorus:)

Wanna wanna wanna be wanna be
Fuckin' fake fuckin' fake (2x)

Wanna wanna wanna be wanna be
Sad arse srtipper in a messed-up way
Get out ya car n drop 'ya hair sprays
Wanna wanna wanna wanna be wanna be

Sad arse stripper in a messed-up way
How da fuck did ya get airplay?
Fuckin' fake fuckin' fake (2x)

I have come to fuck up your carerra
Bitch, don't fuck around wid dis titch, yeah
I, have cum to really take 'da piss
And, you, will take dis lyrical dis'
(Happy birthday)

(Repeat Chorus)

Ah, yeah
You been chattin' bout 'ya gucci thongs
But how many weeks, bitch have you had it on (eurgh)
I can tell by your dances
Dat it's sum wear stuck up her bum (eurgh)

(Repeat Chorus)

Burberry - St. Tropez - when are ya' gunna learn to speak properly?
Who gives a shit anyway?
Just some dirty ol' men in cell block H

Fuckin' fake, Fuckin' fake, Fuckin' fake, Fuckin' fake

(Repeat Chorus)