"Pork Pie"
Yeah, less of that soppy bullshit
Lets try and liven things up a little bit
Yeah, your back in tune to your favourite wanker
Hahahaha, make noise if your bored of your life
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 monsters teeth
I got pea sqaushed beef and I drop the beat
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 sniffy spit rabbies
Listin Chris made me, the hippy kid maybe
Still I see the difference in this shit or bliss play me
Pick n' mix baby covered in the future
Jugglin' the truth like i'm stuck in a computer
Fuck it your in tune to the troubles of a loser
Cuddlin' the tube love and suck it like a hoover
Now nothing but the truth, gettin buggared in a room
Full of fanticised hunnies and smothered on the tune
You better walk by or get force fed a pork pie
Your wifes been knocking on my door like all night
I talk shite snort lines and I'm e'd up
Clean cut lives get tortured and beat up
Mr. D just walks in the street
Fuck talking to tree stomps, Roaring on police trucks
Catch me chopping off a fat rock of japenen
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 yeah that's him
The bro with the funny hat
Wearing a rubbish bag)
Yeah yeah shut it slag
Mouth shut, I got the pimp hand tamped up
And loud cunt knows to shout stuff I'll leave your house fucked
Mr. Partyman after sippin' lager cans
I sniff half a gram and charm the piss from your aunties pants
I'm bored of my life
Talking my shite
Snorting my lines
Like pork to the pie (x4)
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Lyrics submitted by Alan Fisher.
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