Great Attempt

So welcome to the fat naked version of a great attempt

A person who needs a quick detergent and a basic cleanse

I'm coming certain like a sturdy vegetated stem

Flirting with my brain again and perching on this breaking fence

The word from me is take the services but pay the debts

And never take offence, you know I'm dirty and you rate the stench

I leave you burning up and verging on a rape attempt

In nothing but a skirt and gloves to

Learn to fucking make some friends

Spend all your cash at once on anything

Except a gram of ketamine or any slapper's wedding ring

You get the slow clap and clattered with adrenaline

And whacked around the head until your neck flaps a fleppy chin

Sing, I wear a hash bib for hot rocks

Ad-libs are made of shit and cat's piss you nob cock

Knock knock, who's there? Who cares? Can we cotch?

I've got a gram of posh, 20 Tramadols and Avawash

So we can wash some crack and have a good old-fashioned trammy off

Take our trousers off and shout about it in an album, what?

Proud of being out of stock, I sell a bunch of better stuff

I'm clever, fuck an everlasting effort like a severed cunt

And fuck a club who bangs up a punter just for selling drugs

You're lucky Toby never filled that pig's head with petrol up

So who's the moralistic crusading cowardise

The coward type who only shouts about it when he's out at night

And only counts the pounds I never spend so all his stories end

In awkwardness with snore patterns pouring through his boring head

So smell the roaring breath of CP and breathe deep

As we breed the scene like a chief leaves his teepee

(Keep clean) Please, I get as bored as a Ouija

Six speed course, I was born popping wheelies

Now all applaud at my jaw-dropping freebies

You're mopping stage floors and copping all of my CDs

Remember this wild night with scissor and whites thriving

Me hitting a vape sky high in the front, wiling

Dikes, I mean your bax, they're in the back, they're mad hyping

No boombox, you be boxing and rap cypher