Fuck!
Grab that, grip that, slap that
Strapped full of cases, loaded clip, then kick back (uh)
Walk with a slight bop, lean
Then I'm pulling out the digger and I Ying that thing (Ying that)
Physical contact
Woman just wiggle on my woodie like a wombat
Blonde color wig and a hell of a big back
Broken-hearted, I can't quite fix that
Liquor, I'll sip that
Don't take no chances
Make sure I'm paid when the cash advances
Made bad choises
I was locked up and was hearin' voices
Now I'm coming out of my shell like a tortoise
Talking to women, no solo coitus
Can't lose focus, no
Stick on my right hand, waving a wand, no hocus-pocus
I ain't Harry Potter
Fuck McDonald's, I hate that shit, it makes me vomit
Can't quite quit the drink if I'm honest
I won't jack it in 'til my lover's demolished
Swinging on a ball, no Miley Cyrus
Feeling like a zombie, no T-virus
Golden touch and I'm no King Midas
Ripping up the record like a broken stylus
Flick-a-lick-a-DJ
Do you wanna come play my game?
My aim, slip your head like a migraine, my brain
Megamind, I blame her for the pain I feel (bitch)
Concealed, blood congealed on the bottom of the bath tub
Do you want a back rub?
Elephant and Castle, brass house in the backdrop
Your act's up, just be real
That there's no living
I fly around the city like a homing pigeon
Twickenham, Beckenham, Bethnal Green
Price of a bus ride, quite obscene (brrt)
'90s villan
Long shelf life, malt liquor I'm sipping
The batter of the cod, chips swimming in the ketchup
Grease proof wrap but the fat's still dripping
Uh, call this Genesis
Dreams of a horse, with the wings like Pegasus
Nemesis, can't arrest me, no evidence
Reverence, selling them drugs in Bellingham
He got a big mouth, pelican
I let it rain on his house, weatherman
She's in her knickers and a blouse, elegant
I said I got a bottle of the Grouse, let me in
Bang, bang, banging on the door
I'm knocking on so many sides of my mind like a polygon
They say that I'm past my prime like Amazon
But I still run that track like a marathon
Guard on, let 'em hang like Babylon
En garde, devil on the beats, I babble on
Walk down a long dark garden path
Quick, come along, following a stick with a carrot on
Lying politician, smash his fucking face
You wanted pain? Well come on, try a little taste
Reaching for the metal strapped upon my waist
Bang the hammer, one in the chamber, rest my case