Me & You (feat. Jam Baxter)

You're talkin' out your arse, I'm talkin' out my mouth

You're squawkin' out your bars while I'm walkin' out the house

And I don't make the rules, I just play the game

And I won't bring my balls for no shameless bit of fame

You're sniffing' up your ket, I'm sniffin' up my coke

But I ain't gonna magnify the difference in a bloke

You're livin' off the dole, I'm livin' off my soul

And I don't wanna bitch about the system when I'm old

I'm gonna buy some land, you're gonna buy some drugs

You're gonna find a slag while I'm gonna find some love

You're smokin' on a dick, I'm smokin' on a spliff

You're showin' off your kids and I'm a chauvinistic pig

You're ringin' up your mum, I'm drinkin' with your dad

He's pissin' in the street while he's fingerin' a slag

You're livin' in a dream, I dribble in my sleep

You're lookin' in the mirror while I'm spittin' to this beat

You're goin' to the fair, I'm goin' to the shops

You ain't gonna hear my fucking album till it drops

You're pissin' in a bog, I'm pissin' in a bush

You listen to the trickle, it's a mission to the woods

You're combin' your hair, but nobody cares

I'm a scruffy fucker but my omen is rare

You're over-prepared, I'm casually lax

I'm sat in the back of a taxi relaxed

And I don't wanna prang , I just wanna chill

When you just wanna hang around with slappers eatin' pills

I just wanna fuck, you just wanna wank

Ladies and gents, give a very big thanks and a round of applause

Man, you're a nause, I don't wanna hang around with mans any more

You're tryin' to be my friend, I'm tryin' to be a dick

You're tryin' to make it stick while I'm tryin' to get rid

I'm straddlin' a pig, you're a maggot in a wig

You've gone and bought your whole smack wagon

To the gig, why's it matter who I'm with?

You're chattin' to a twig

You try and spit a verse and end up fracturin' your ribs

And I don't wanna judge, you're on a lot of drugs

And, yeah, I know there's one thousand ways to hold a grudge

But me I'm tryin' to speak, you're just tryin' to preach

My ears about to stab itself and drink a pint of bleach

You're talkin' to a child, I'm talkin' to a dwarf

With 5 drops of acid in a nice warm sauce

But you're doin' what you can, I'm doin' what you can't

You're stuck being who you are, my whole crew's who you aren't

Backflippin' to the past, I'd return with a gun

You'd return with a badly drawn picture of your mum

You're starin' at my crotch, I'm tryna have a cotch

Spent the last five hours starin' at my watch

Man, I just wanna leave, you just wanna grieve

I'm long past hearin' about the shit that you believe

See, I turn up to The Shoobs , you turn up in a bush

Last seen sucklin' the virgin in the woods

Man I just wanna lounge, you just wanna scrounge

I got a pair of creepy little eyes I can gouge

And I'll hand 'em to you, have a chat with your crew

I bowl around free, you're entangled in glue

Gluey hands of a nonce, you're banned from the swamps

I'm tryna cook an egg, you're a cancerous ponce

I'm livin' on the edge, you're livin' in a hedge

I'm tryna make an album, you're tryna make a wedge

I'm callin' you a chief, you're callin' the police

I'm crawlin' in the street and you're absorbed in the mystique

Man, I'm working for myself, you work for someone else

You watch the world turn while I watch the world melt

Shut up