If scumming’s our forte

We wear it prideful like we’re lion Lambs blood on my main Intensive cyphers with the gang Discussing our foreign aid Yeah were 5 that percent untaxed The sign says no ball games So, what the fuck we’re playing at

[Verse 1: Wallace Rice]

I must’ve stumbled out the wrong side of your

Bed my eyes kinda raw

Red my breathe is fire dinosaurs

And It taste like pint and sauce

I like to draw the blinds

Coz darkness remind me of times inside

My bonus

I like to draw the blinds maybe that’s why life has drawn me blind Like glaucoma

Give my trainers a once over

And go play street soldier

Had a beef just a week ago with a guy a street over

When I see him its fucking over

Me grown up Weed smoker

More rock and roll up

Than Rock and Rolla

And my type push baby strollers

Society's word for lazy loners is scum

The lost the forgotten

The never have won like premier leagues Tottenham

The came from the bottom

And we stayed at the bottom

Since Den got rid of nick cotton

And on and on it goes will grow to be a fucking piss head on allotments The rotten lost England a jobless jobsworth

[Verse 2: Alex Osiris]

Binge drinking watch bouncers quick sniffing Minge linking Block housing kids slipping Cats twitching Dogs growling snakes hissing Wrap ticking knock man your mates missing Park dwelling can't tell him no snitching Scarred felon’s hard fellas broke bitches Sharp weapons you can't tell till the blows dripping These Heartless little bastards that are so willing Late rent bait ends and stressed mums

Take peds, hate feds and red rum

Satan amen then death comes

Keep .5 make less and take bumps

Lost souls cold nights and loose lips

Free flat no guy a few kids

Grey vision pain ridden abusive

State living in Great Britain is ruthless

[Chorus 2: Wallace Rice]

If scumming’s our forte

We wear it prideful like we’re lion Lambs blood on my main Intensive cyphers with the gang Discussing our foreign aid Yeah were 5 that percent untaxed The sign says no ball games So, what the fuck we’re playing at

X2

[Verse 3: Dream McLean]

News of the World say we’re scum of the earth

Stuck in the mud

Stuck in the dirt

What are the chances what are the odds?

Of one of the them scumbags coming from bottom of the rock up to the top of the top of the top It’s on top season

Got roach ain’t got reason

Never had pots to pee in

When I got one I put potpourri in

Now the mud smells decent

Sorry geez were not leaving

Pledge allegiance to job seekers

Ain’t seeking a job though

Not even

Spend like you’re rich when you’re not even

Broke mentality it’s what keeps them

Stuck in a box

Or left at the top of the blocks to rot

Out of sight out of mind

Bang out of line cut out the budget

Fucked it, stick a finger up out of pride

Tell that other lot suck dick

Scum

[Chorus 3: Wallace Rice]

If scumming’s our forte

We wear it prideful like we’re lion

Lambs blood on my main Intensive cyphers with the gang Discussing our foreign aid Yeah were 5 that percent untaxed The sign says no ball games So, what the fuck we’re playing at

what the fuck we’re playing at