Lee Scott - Bastard's Back lyrics

It's all lovely and then it gets ugly Not even friends trust me, attire looking like I've slept roughly Suspicious type, swipe freebies Eyes hidden in the Nike beanie, I'm Mr. Wrong I pay my debts monthly and collect money bi-weekly Representing myself like Ted Bundy And if you get smashed to pa** the time we're laughing I bid a square fair well waving an angle grinder at them Cracking apple cider snapping spines for sport Last reminders die as thoughts Quiet Wars are drowned out by the gritting of teeth False white flag, swigging a Victory Gin in defeat Same head, tripping in the flickering strobe light The brain dead ignorant dolite living the prole life Gains more stress through each day My GCSE grades spelt F.U.C.K Hijack your radio show behead the DJ And still expect a replay And seem strange since a teenager With the teabagging of your dame freeze framed for his screen saver A fool who necks Skol In a basement nailing a life sized voodoo s** doll With your wifes eyes, raw boning her If I wanted your opinion I'd ask you for it then talk over you An pa** the port b**h This is on some, smoke this, drink that and talk sh** [Hook] L.I.S yet smarter than the rest Numero uno Mcabre in the flesh Blah Records logo, carve it on your chest Hock Tu, smoke the whole garden for the stress L.I.S yet smarter than the rest Numero uno Mcabre in the flesh Blah Records logo, carve it on your chest Hock Tu Down smoke the whole garden for the stress The ba*tard's back, that no good son of a Sa**enach Mumbling mad at something that doesn't matter Dragging you with a hook he stuck in your f**ing Guttiwuts Obeying a voice he doesn't trust Shun you with a disgusted look, shrugging them off Troubling with a crooked grin Moron stood on the edge your about to fall from Deep sh**, it's all wrong must of walked on three grids Push the red bu*ton, take a pleasant stroll And clock which version of God's mentioned when the credits roll Post apocalypse, one flower left on the earth And I'm plucking pettles waiting for the dust to settle Start a ruckus, push the Devil in get drunk and heckle him Mcabre Brother number one, Mr. Motherf**ing Wrong Earthworm very Grim, cash rules everything except for him The path of righteousness led you to the wrong field They should sound proof your pop shield What's real? Thugging cause you robbed something once? Don't mistake the crowd drowning your voice out as a good response [Hook] L.I.S yet smarter than the rest Numero uno Mcabre in the flesh Blah Records logo carve it on your chest Hock Tu smoke the whole garden for the stress L.I.S yet smarter than the rest Numero uno Mcabre in the flesh f** ya houseparty up an charge you for the mess Blah Records logo, care it on your chest Hock Tu smoke the whole garden for the stress Hock Tu smoke the whole garden when depressed