[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna & etze]
[Milkavelli]
616 Gang
I'm speedballing out of pure boredom
I'm a free man, low down like we the four horsemen
Two litre, Imma pour four in
But that ain't enough for me
I pour four more in
I eat big, you got a small portion
You're all talking sh** but that's all talking
So put your money where your mouth is
I got the 18-carat grills
No George Foreman
Holy bible hollow with some sins in it
Tick tick, all of a sudden all of my ‘scripts finish
You know I'm nice when my skin itches
Drug afflicted in this punk like Sid Vicious
So, girls, s** my s** pistol
Ain't trynna hear about your friend's issues
Stop acting soggy like a wet tissue
Cause I ain't trying to f**ing french kiss you - sh**
You silly girl, don't take me for Curman
616 i'm painting that Damien Hirst sh**
I'm just trynna take an excursion
On my tally ship from kids that only right pledge if they're virgins [?]
B.O.B. spreading like aids, that's for certain
You think I'm weird? Well I'm stranger in person
Alien version
You know the status, roll with skaters
Hold' em razors that'll open your face like a curtain
It may be disturbing
Pain is love but it's a no love thing and that pain will be hurtin'
61-6 in the Mercedes, we swerving
Benzo boy like I'm made by the Germans
Tick tick, tick tick boom!
Tick tick s** my f**ing dick b**h 2
[Trellion]
Yo
s** my f**ing dick b**h, part deux
s** my f**ing dick b**h, harder
Why'd you pull it out? You just started
Imma finish in your mouth, b**h, regardless
I'm swagging on ‘em like a second nature
I'm stepping on ‘em like an escalator
Devil Gang, yeah, we stay sinnin'
We got love for b**hes but we hate women (syke)
Every morning I commute to Bromley (why?)
Just to scoop your mumsy in a Gucci onesie (oh)
Be her second best they accuse me wrongly
Two words to describe the kid, stupid honkey
White boy getting money now
It's funny how now everybody wanna dumb it down (wow)
I've been ignorant since infant school
And I ain't changed one bit, now ignorance is cool?
Well Imma keep doing me, kiddo
For a sack of blue cheese and some free liquor (tell'em)
Yeah I got three sisters (but what?)
But that ain't gonna change how I treat b**hes
Disagree, you get sparked out
Got an ounce of coke, let's do half now
Amount of times I nearly died? sh**, I can't count
I might look like the Count but I can't count
My rap style's AIDS-ridden -good times-
I'm in the range getting brain in it
You're about to fly as a clay pigeon
I'm the reason there's a plane missing -sorry-
Tick tick, tick tick boom!
Tick tick s** my f**ing dick b**h 2
[Lee Scott]
Took a posh bid [?] to the crack spot
f**in lung weared [?], I'm the man, what?
Live life like there's no dues left to pay
{I don't see nothing wrong} with a little meth and yay
Yeay, all me troubles went away, ey
When I'm coming up it's going down, like the Electric Brae
Stay scheming while you're daydreaming of a better day
Think of something dead clever, that's what I was meant to say
I'm the opposite of precautious
Hunched over like osteoporosis when I wrote this
Stupid genius, it was struggle in six ???
I turn your wife material into a dead woman
On the Old J for the whole day while you sip water
I'm innocent like KoJey, no way
Smell of chicken lo mein cologne man
I set my white trash mullet back with propane
And chew a cigar like the Man with No Name
Towing a stolen car with a dookie-rope chain
In a busted truck running on booze and c**aine
Shameless, break us down and we on lane
There isn't a benefit I won't claim
Smash through on this money, dance on Soul Train
No pain, just gain
Who you're speaking to?
I'm electrifying like a people's elbow on a Pikachu
Ain't not the same, me and you, I'm on some other sh**
Loving the sh**
Your motherf**in' mother's s**ing my dick
Tick tick, tick tick boom!
Tick tick SMFDB 2