Dr. Syntax - Grotty (ft. Dirty Dike & Lunar C) | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: ?]
I owed my mate's mum a bit of gardening
Chill with her son and Yo I still beg your pardoning
Lazy little shitbag
Naked in a wigwam
I paid to get a ticket, still break in with a wristband
Maybe your a big man
Perhaps you've done a bit of bird
Maybe you're the type of man to slap about a bit of skirt
Either that or some kind of dickhead with the fitted words
Wriggle out the thinnest situation when it thickens first
I know that you're the biggest of pricks
Cuz you're listenin' to this
With your missus and kids
Gettin' sticky as a rizzler hittin' whiskey and spliffs
Head spinnin' like a Frisbee in a twister the bits
So listen to this
South a pair of scissors in your gob
Pull your pants down and fuckin' scare the Mrs. with your nob
Get delicious with the cod
I'm never fishin' with a rod
I'll be gettin' in the kipper like I'm pickling the lot

[Verse 2: Lunar C]
Yo
Smoking a spliff with a pregnant bitch at a bus-stop
Whether I pass it on all depends on if I get sucked off
But I could spend the child benefits on a pub hop...
Back on the bus to hers and tell the kids they can FUCK OFF!
Raid their lunchbox just to jack a jam sandwich
Vag magnet
I'm leavin' your gatty slab slanted
Dab hand with the slappest fanny I'm fantastic
Stash my package in a fat lassy's back passage
Make these rappers feel inferior when Lunar's here
There ain't no-one to compare me to
It's too unfair
True and they're gurnin'
Her dreadlock in my pubic hair
Holdin' up a carboard sign saying \"it's rude to stare\"
Stoned and lazy, never on top form
They kicked me out of school and told me I'm a lost cause
So many wrong thoughts in my brain it's gone warped
I watch porn with a limp dick eatin' popcorn

[Vesrse 3: ?]
If rappers are like MS dos
I'm the next Xbox
Quicker, more game...
Sinners, pure flames
Disagree I bet you're more ignorant than redneck cops
And that's word to big bird and Thora heard
Me killin' it as standard as verse chorus verse chorus verse
Awesome work
Unless you're a boring nerd
And all you heard was distorted dirt
In which case
Do us all a big favour
Push a switch blade
In your rib cage
With haste
Fucking mixtape
You're a bitch mate
Go eat some fingers fishcakes with your shit mates
It's a testosterone fuelled

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