Butterfingers - Figjam lyrics

I woke up this morning, but I didn't wake 'Til the afternoon, because I slept in late With a great mental state and a date with destiny I'll roll down the block without a copper even stressin' me Let alone arrestin' me or giving me a ticket It's coming into summer, and the weather's f**ing wicked So I figured I'd be hitting the beach Look at skinny-dipper's titties and get something to eat After half a pound of chips and a flounder burger I was sitting on my arse like a council worker Reminiscing about being pissed off about My house burning down to the ground, and being out on my arse Before my change of fortune Now I score tunes, don't get up before noon So your mama's on the head of my knob And it's better than heading to my dead-end job Because the boss was a co*khead when I was a clerk So I clocked him - and now I don't work It's beautiful day, and I can use a cliche, cause "I am the greatest!" ...like Ca**ius Clay I got the world at my feet, and my toe jam's nasty Figjam! f** I'm good, just ask me I couldn't give a sh** about your corporate hierachy Figjam! f** I'm good, just ask me Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherf**ing man Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherf**ing man Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherf**ing man Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherf**ing man I rock around in track-and-thongs f**ed off a buck-of-bongs If you don't like it, you can come s** a long dick. 'Cause I'm brit pop, all the way to hip hop I get so plastered, you'd think I'm drinking gyp-rock But I'm sh**-hot, no matter how you look at it And my lyrics make you wanna read the book-a-let' Don't - 'cause I'm cooking it like the iron chef! That's why I'm deaf, up to the high clef Figjam! The rhymes are fat like Chief Wiggum and in fact I never lack it's like a magic pack of Tim Tams W'ere the ducks nuts and you s** and I dont' give-a-damn, so good on the cut They should call me Edward Scissorhands So give a hand for me and my a**ociates ... (You s**!) Well that's just inappropriate Smoke me a kipper, b**h I'm from the Ipa-switch Side of town, don't forget to write it down (West side, eeee!) What the f**? It ain't gangster rap! Think you're tougher, then you'd probably suffer wa*ker's cramp And I'll thank you to f** right off Professional f**wits, take one night off I'm Evil Eddie with a rock-steady microphone mastery Figjam! f** I'm good, just ask me As a concept, the intellect can't grasp me Figjam! f** I'm good, just ask me Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherf**ing man! Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherf**ing man! Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherf**ing man! Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherf**ing man! I got the strong profile, without the help of rhinoplasty Figjam! f** I'm good, just ask me Kicking arse in the charts, but you can't cla** me Figjam! f** I'm good, just ask me I just had a threesome with ya moma and your aunty Figjam! f** I'm good, just ask me And they're coming back this arvo for the bukkake party Figjam! My dick is bigger than a wigwam! And you can see my peepee three feet above the tv And if you are getting very sleepy, wake up! (these c*nts need a shake up) I'm a jet-setter, go-getter, but I got a vendetta Just got a d**h threat over the phone Better go lay low, under ground, like a bilby Figjam! Chill man, people wanna k** me! But I don't let that bullsh** sweat me I'm at ya mama's if you wanna come and get me, You shady f**, I may be stuck In a crazy situation but I'm favoured by lady luck You wanna stop me? You'd Wanna do it properly? [Blam blam] Ah f**! Somebody shot me!