Yeah, less of that soppy bullshit Lets try and liven things up a little bit Yeah, your back in tune to your favourite wanker Hahahaha, make noise if your bored of your life
Bring a massive bag full of compost and constant beats Stomp my feet and watch what I want to see, Obnoxious freak lost in a monsters teeth I got pea sqaushed beef and I drop the beat I spill gravy, I'm still just a little bit crazy Me and Jay killed every single gig lately
Been a bit cagey the skinny kid shakey The lyricist played by the sniffy spit rabbies Listin Chris made me, the hippy kid maybe Still I see the difference in this shit or bliss play me
Pick n' mix baby covered in the future Jugglin' the truth like i'm stuck in a computer Fuck it your in tune to the troubles of a loser Cuddlin' the tube love and suck it like a hoover Now nothing but the truth, gettin buggared in a room Full of fanticised hunnies and smothered on the tune
You better walk by or get force fed a pork pie Your wifes been knocking on my door like all night I talk shite snort lines and I'm e'd up Clean cut lives get tortured and beat up
Mr. D just walks in the street Fuck talking to tree stomps, Roaring on police trucks Catch me chopping off a fat rock of japenen Hats off my raps got the back drop collapsing I'll match what you can bring
Has been I'll have you in a backspin embarrassed Sitting battered with a hand print
(Yeah yeah that's him The bro with the funny hat Wearing a rubbish bag)
Yeah yeah shut it slag
Mouth shut, I got the pimp hand tamped up And loud cunt knows to shout stuff I'll leave your house fucked Mr. Partyman after sippin' lager cans I sniff half a gram and charm the piss from your aunties pants
I'm bored of my life Talking my shite Snorting my lines Like pork to the pie (x4)