Runny Egg

Fat sausage, sunny and a runny egg

I said ugh, minging, filthy, stinking

This one's dirty like a crackhead's kitchen

I was sipping, whiffing, 40 pound ticking

I was broken, Tesco's nicking chicken

Locks on my vandal, gamble, Amstore

Screwball, and I scramble

Jingle and I jangle

So if you need the vibes, just give me a bell though

I told her that my name was Elro, well though

You sure that's Coke?

Fuck no's junk

'Cause I feel all wonky

I'm gonna' pop to smoke

I got two ticks on me

I lost them both

So I asked this worldy

What was your issue?

It was a joke

Can you lend me a five for that?

Just emptied the fruity twice

Popped to the bar

Fuck her ice

Caught eyes with a girl that's nice

What she bought, then bought it twice

I might be the awkward type

But I can fix that with a bag that's white

If you try call that guy and he don't text back

Then ring that twice

I met this Slater girl, I think her name was Kat

And I think she's fit, but she probably thinks I'm fat

And it probably doesn't help that I'm a massive twat

But I do have a butcher, and his name is Pat (Pat)

I'm a mishap with a hit-flask

And a Kit Kat and a six-pack

And some shit chat and a chick that got a big back

But right now I'm on my own, I'm linking with the lads later

So I'll have two pints of Guinness please, thanks waiter

(Thanks waiter, thanks waiter, thanks waiter, thanks waiter)

Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, sausage sunny and a runny egg

Fat sausage, where you stick it?

Tell her check her back pocket

Wrong socket then I take your mic and run to stage, rocket

Here's one for your nostril, call me Nostradamus

Catch me with the actors, and the gangsters, and the pranksters, and the weed farmers

I'm your favorite dealer celebrity, and as I say this one

Just pay me some

I don't care what beat, what playlist, play this one

Just swiftly do a jager bomb with Kaylee's son and Rv John

Then Taylor Swift inside the booth toilet with your baby mom