Stumbling on the beat like the tempo skipped
I smoke weed ‘cause me and stress don't mix
Like pissed off DJ's that got their headphones nicked
You can't see me like a lesbo's tits
Bigger balls than a red clothed Crip
Telling Suge Knight that d**h Row's sh**
I don't care if I'm a ten stone twig
You'll get hit with a kendo stick till your legs broke b**h
f** your f*ggot aggy man the gang that famalam
That get boo'd of stage
‘Cause you s** dick and act like your crew's not gay
With your eyes on the door like you were hit by the Boondock Saints
I'm always in the booth but I'm back like it's been a while
With the meaner style than the paedophile
That doesn't even smile when he sees a child
I went on a crazy night out with Amy Winehouse
Took her and Blake to my house
And gave them both a line of ket and shaved their eyebrows
I work my fingers to the bones my shoes tear in the gravel
Chafed by my gooch hair as I travel, I'm too lairy to battle
I got the youth scared cause I strangle and bruise fairies that babble
Just because you fell off like a fruitarian's apple.
I'm from West Bowling where your sh** will get stolen
Even my Grandma can't remember when your doors could be left open
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, Lunar's raps are masochistic ExP adds their dopeness
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, Lunar's raps are masochistic ExP adds their dopeness