Ralph Lauren money clip

The promoter tried to short me by a hundred quid

Took a look at the stack, and said, "What the fuck is this?'

Slapped him, threw him in the back of a Transit and took a trip

Always fly with it like a travel buddy

Had the swag when I didn't have no money

Gelato in a raw paper

I'm the best rapper in the whole of Caucasia (Yo!)

Me and Hash are a two-man band, the white Wu-Tang Clan

If you don't like me, who that man?

A few ham sandwiches short of a picnic

Pimp hand strong, I don't fall for these bitches

Pull up in the coke-white Punto

Jump on stage and throw up on the front row (Yo!)

Wedding cake whacks in the blunt

Anyway I think I'm done

Lunar

Racked a line up on my phone screen

Gave myself a nose bleed

I can't OD, I've got bitches that I owe D to

I'm like, "Ease up, brudda"

Walk up in your house like, "Tea, one sugar" [ad-libs]

Drunken Monkey used to shot bud by the bookies

Front like you're gully, then you run like a pussy

I don't have no money and my love life is fuckery

I only get fat groupies 'cause I'm unsigned and ugly

Killing you rappers from sun up to sun down

Call it a day, falling from grace

Oh, what a shame

No one I rate

Shit got me irate

They call me "dat guy" like they don't know my name (Lunar)

And girls say I make their pants damp

They get put on their back, like a tramp stamp

Five hundred Gigabyte wank bank, so at least I'll remember this one time like it's Bandcamp

Outstanding like the gap man

Taking chances I don't know's taking a part from me like a transplant

Pussy, this hate is unconditional

And anyone can get it like a provisional

Racked a line up on my phone screen

Gave myself a nose bleed

I can't OD, I've got bitches that I owe D to

I'm like, "Ease up, brudda"

Walk up in your house like, "Tea, one sugar"

Racked a line up on my phone screen

Gave myself a nose bleed

I can't OD, I've got bitches that I owe D to

I'm like, "Ease up, brudda"

Walk up in your house like, "Tea, one sugar"