Dr Syntax - Grotty lyrics

[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