[Intro]
Yeah, less of that soppy bullshit
Lets try and liven things up a little bit
Yeah, your back in tune to your favourite w*****
Hahahaha, make noise if your bored of your life
[Verse]
I bring a massive bag full of compost and Constant beats
Stomp my feet and watch what I want to see
Obnoxious freak lost in a monster's teeth
I got P, sqaushed beef and I drop the beans
I spill gravy, I'm still just a little bit crazy
Me and Jay killed every single gig lately
Been a bit cagey the skinny kid shakey
The lyricist played by the sniff he spit rabbies
Listin Chris made me, the hippy kid maybe
Still I see the difference in this s*** abyss plainly
Pick n' mix baby covered in the future
Jugglin' the truth like I'm stuck in a computer
f*** it you're in tune to the troubles of a loser
Cuddlin' a cube love and suck it like a hoover
Nothing but the truth, gettin buggared in a room
Full of fantasized punishment smothered on the tune
You better walk by or get force fed a pork pie
Your wife was knocking on my door like all night
I talk s****, snort lines and I'm e'd up
Clean cut guys get tortured and beat up
Mr. D just walks in the street
f*** talking to tree stumps, Roaring on police trucks
Catch me chopping off a fat rock of Chaplin
Hats off my raps got the back drop collapsing
I'll match what you can bring
Has been I'll have you in a backspin embarrassed
Sitting battered with a hand print
"Yeah that's him!
Yeah The breh with the funny hat
Wearing a rubbish bag"
Yeah, yeah shut it slag
Mouth shut, I got the pimp hand amped up
A loud c*** known to shout stuff and leave your house f*****
Mr. Partyman after sippin' lager cans
I sniff half a gram and charm the p*** from your aunties pants
[Hook]
I'm bored of my life
Talking my s****
Snorting my lines
Like pork to the pie
[x4]
Yeah, less of that soppy bullshit
Lets try and liven things up a little bit
Yeah, your back in tune to your favourite w*****
Hahahaha, make noise if your bored of your life
[Verse]
I bring a massive bag full of compost and Constant beats
Stomp my feet and watch what I want to see
Obnoxious freak lost in a monster's teeth
I got P, sqaushed beef and I drop the beans
I spill gravy, I'm still just a little bit crazy
Me and Jay killed every single gig lately
Been a bit cagey the skinny kid shakey
The lyricist played by the sniff he spit rabbies
Listin Chris made me, the hippy kid maybe
Still I see the difference in this s*** abyss plainly
Pick n' mix baby covered in the future
Jugglin' the truth like I'm stuck in a computer
f*** it you're in tune to the troubles of a loser
Cuddlin' a cube love and suck it like a hoover
Nothing but the truth, gettin buggared in a room
Full of fantasized punishment smothered on the tune
You better walk by or get force fed a pork pie
Your wife was knocking on my door like all night
I talk s****, snort lines and I'm e'd up
Clean cut guys get tortured and beat up
Mr. D just walks in the street
f*** talking to tree stumps, Roaring on police trucks
Catch me chopping off a fat rock of Chaplin
Hats off my raps got the back drop collapsing
I'll match what you can bring
Has been I'll have you in a backspin embarrassed
Sitting battered with a hand print
"Yeah that's him!
Yeah The breh with the funny hat
Wearing a rubbish bag"
Yeah, yeah shut it slag
Mouth shut, I got the pimp hand amped up
A loud c*** known to shout stuff and leave your house f*****
Mr. Partyman after sippin' lager cans
I sniff half a gram and charm the p*** from your aunties pants
[Hook]
I'm bored of my life
Talking my s****
Snorting my lines
Like pork to the pie
[x4]