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Bumpkin
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UK Hip-Hop
Bumpkin was released on June 2, 2023 by Melonskin Records as a part of the album Mattress
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Release DateJune 2, 2023
LabelMelonskin Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dirty Dike
Dirty Dike
Performer
Pete Cannon
Pete Cannon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Walton
James Walton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pete Cannon
Pete Cannon
Producer

Lyrics

Bumpkin came in '08 to make your bones shake
Coke face way back when rappers had no mates
Slow lane, just a bunch of drunkard and an ex-con
I couldn't get a job and I don't wanna fucking get one
Except one, I sell powder like I'm proud of it
Gram, teenth, Henry or an ounce of it
I can't pronounce the number that I made or the amount from it
All I know is every album came out of shit
Wow, it seems all different
I see-saw switched and I seem more distant
Each thought lives in a pig flesh sack
Full of meat in the street and a neat pork piston
Settle down, prepare for us, calm now, pass out
Break your leg and have a dance round
Your best mates got your best mates arm round
Get your finest crockery and cutlery and plants out
I've been sitting here ticking along while you been nicking little bits of my songs
Little fish in a pond, drink piss, get the pig if you want
But you can never swim an inch in my pond
I stick a dick in your sock
Pull your pants down, roll you down a hill
Hold you down and make you take a whole amount of pills
Lock you in a flat with crack addicts
With shat plants, asthma attacks and smack damage
It's either a nice spot to piss in or dry spot to sit in
You ain't seen the life what you living
Decorate your eyesight, different when I was in prison
Crystals in Brighton for Bristols who didn't
'Cause I ain't got time for lazy, I act like a slob and I'm crazy
'Cause you ain't seen the cogs turn and make me, maybe
You ain't got the purse cost or stirred pot of what's worth to pay me
Baby, baby, the world is ours and it can kick you in the tits and add a service charge
Spread the kids on you, mmm, what's the word, visage?
It's a first class fist in your dirty arse
Sorry for crass words, I'm like this, but I just can't be bothered with politeness
I'm so conscious of your judgement; it's pissing me off
I'm not happy
No, fuck off
Fuck off
I've been sitting here ticking along while you been nicking little bits of my songs
Little fish in a pond, drink piss, get the pig if you want
But you can never swim an inch in my pond
I stick a dick in your sock
Pull your pants down, roll you down a hill
Hold you down and make you take a whole amount of pills
Lock you in a flat with crack addicts
With shat plants, asthma attacks and smack damage
I've been sitting here ticking along while you been nicking little bits of my songs
Little fish in a pond, drink piss, get the pig if you want
But you can never swim an inch in my pond
I stick a dick in your sock
Pull your pants down, roll you down a hill
Hold you down and make you take a whole amount of pills
Lock you in a flat with crack addicts
With shat plants, asthma attacks and smack damage
Written by: James Walton
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