[Verse 1: ?]
I owed my mate's mum a bit of gardening
Chill with her son and Yo I still beg your pardoning
Lazy little sh**bag
Naked in a wigwam
I paid to get a ticket, still break in with a wristband
Maybe your a big man
Perhaps you've done a bit of bird
Maybe you're the type of man to slap about a bit of skirt
Either that or some kind of dickhead with the fitted words
Wriggle out the thinnest situation when it thickens first
I know that you're the biggest of pricks
Cuz you're listenin' to this
With your missus and kids
Gettin' sticky as a rizzler hittin' whiskey and spliffs
Head spinnin' like a Frisbee in a twister the bits
So listen to this
South a pair of scissors in your gob
Pull your pants down and f**in' scare the Mrs. with your nob
Get delicious with the cod
I'm never fishin' with a rod
I'll be gettin' in the kipper like I'm pickling the lot
[Verse 2: Lunar C]
Yo
Smoking a spliff with a pregnant b**h at a bus-stop
Whether I pa** it on all depends on if I get s**ed off
But I could spend the child benefits on a pub hop...
Back on the bus to hers and tell the kids they can fu*k OFF!
Raid their lunchbox just to jack a jam sandwich
Vag magnet
I'm leavin' your gatty slab slanted
Dab hand with the slappest fanny I'm fantastic
Stash my package in a fat la**y's back pa**age
Make these rappers feel inferior when Lunar's here
There ain't no-one to compare me to
It's too unfair
True and they're gurnin'
Her dreadlock in my pubic hair
Holdin' up a carboard sign saying "it's rude to stare"
Stoned and lazy, never on top form
They kicked me out of school and told me I'm a lost cause
So many wrong thoughts in my brain it's gone warped
I watch p**n with a limp dick eatin' popcorn
[Vesrse 3: ?]
If rappers are like MS dos
I'm the next Xbox
Quicker, more game...
Sinners, pure flames
Disagree I bet you're more ignorant than redneck cops
And that's word to big bird and Thora heard
Me k**in' it as standard as verse chorus verse chorus verse
Awesome work
Unless you're a boring nerd
And all you heard was distorted dirt
In which case
Do us all a big favour
Push a switch blade
In your rib cage
With haste
f**ing mixtape
You're a b**h mate
Go eat some fingers fishcakes with your sh** mates
It's a testosterone fuelled