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Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Why, why, why, why, why am I getting parked?
Nah it's cool, let's do the song
Brand new Caterpillar, skin shake, cloud brain
Mouth tastes badder than a Sinn Féin campaign
Big steak, champagne, piss take, handshake
Fist bump shandy with a shit stuffed pancake
Plans break in a sec, I stand shaking my head
You let the skag take an effect
I met your dad last week and he was paying respect
We were breaking bread together, sniffing yay in the shed
I said (what was it?)
I shot the morning after pill at tube stops
That's how I got this sort of master skill on tunes locked
I'm walking past you with my shoes off
With two soft cushions, two ostriches and two cocks
I'm not human I'm a courgette
A pair of forceps used to pull me loose from my born head
'Cause yes I'm the best, this is rap
I ain't got the time to try pretend that I'm a businessman
Slit your wrists quick and get your missus in the van
Shit your pants and make a little classic in a minute man
Baby back ribs in my shady flat this
I make a grand sitting in my bacon fat jizz
Naked fat prick sticking records in the crate
I make it so sick I put the cellar in the Tate
May dig up, grab a spade quick a grave digger
I find a break and a mistake and made bigger
Spray shit in your face and make dinner
It's the grave shift, still in the place but way bigger
You know it's about to go down
When we step up in the place, always fully activated
Locked and loaded, both guns smoking
We mean business, oh no, what did you think this is?
For the people trying to hate us
Come to the gig and tape us
Before you knew it took your brain over and you became us
Fuck being famous I ain't dealing with the cameras
I'd rather do dead shows than rhyme for rap amateurs
The scene said we ain't having it, we waited patiently
Saw that it was dying out and took the screen graciously
Force gathered greatly like giant steps so take me
Trying to grow a beanstalk to chill where I'm at lately
I leave you tripping like a side cover
Trying to excite others, forever up like night shutters
Time I had you slipping like the floors wet
Pulling up in the Corvette with a cracked out courgette
Anyone would think you're scared of bangers like a war vet
I keep this shit knocking like my drug dealers doorstep
Soles looking thin like a worn crep
Take you out with a style that's barely even born yet
You know it's about to go down
When we step up in the place, always fully activated
Locked and loaded, both guns smoking
We mean business, oh no, what did you think this is?
Oh no, no, look what you made me do
I'm sickening, look what you made me do
Style on you, look what you made me do
I mean it, set fire to the room
Don't like it, it's what you made me do
You made me do it, you made me do it, you made me do it
You made me