(Intro)

Now I’m not trying to be rude or obnoxious

But I just mean to say if you’re gonna send me something, make sure it’s good

(Yeah, Braintax)

(Verse 1)

I’m the man with no motive, highly respected

But funny how they hate you when the devil gets rejected

Wanna know the truth? You can’t handle it

Your CD got six seconds till the whole office said eject it

And don’t be sending tapes, my machine’ll mangle it

Can’t hustle a deal, blag one or wrangle it—straight up

A lot of groups work for two years then break up, reform, make up, shake up

Sleeping ain’t part of the work ethic

You’ve got to love the effort of the aesthetic—man wake up

I still think that I’m a lazy git because I work eighteen hours, I sleep for six

But if I had two of me I’d choose my other me to fuck bitches

Make kids, chain them to the desk to hit switches

Mixing down all night, we don’t stall—me three makes the tea, me four takes phone calls

Emails and third-party details

Got my cousin in for distribution and my dad collects the pre-sales—family shit

Yorkshire folk on the grind with a cold face, they dig the way I own the mic

(Chorus)

(All I’m really saying is)

I don’t like wack shit

(All I’m really saying is)

You need to go practice

(All I’m really asking is)

Send another demo like that, I’ll write address is not known

And send the fucking shit back

(All I’m really saying is)

I don’t like wack shit

(All I’m really saying is)

You need to go practice

(All I’m really asking is)

Send another demo like that, I’ll write address is not known

And send the fucking shit back

(Verse 2)

And that’s the really, really real truth

Really I’m the real proof

Clearly I’m not nearly rich yet ’cause I’m too aloof

I wanna clone me and go to work

My enterprise locked down like Captain James

Copper-toned hair, natural frown, it’s me again—far from ignorant

Why the fuck you think they call me Braintax?

Clued up, savvy, work like a navvy

Integrity in this lot, blinded by celebrity business

Shit, I need to clone my mouth—not to be two-faced

But just to get the fresh shit out

And spit toothpaste style, be a breath of fresh air

’Cause most rappers aren’t bothered and most don’t care about

Never saying words they can’t really explain

That’s why a lot of shit I get sent’s still in my in-tray

I got CD coasters, CD mirrors, CD table mats for my plate of dinner

You ain’t saying jack shit, just regurgitating

Lazy bastard, I don’t care about the murder rate

Or how hard your mates are, or how poor you are

Get to work, keep it up like a porno star

Said the same shit fifty rappers already said

Fifty times better than them, fifty lines in your head

(Chorus)

(All I’m really saying is)

I don’t like wack shit

(All I’m really saying is)

You need to go practice

(All I’m really asking is)

Send another demo like that, I’ll write address is not known

And send the fucking shit back

(All I’m really saying is)

I don’t like wack shit

(All I’m really saying is)

You need to go practice

(All I’m really asking is)

Send another demo like that, I’ll write address is not known

And send the fucking shit back

(Verse 3)

You need packaging, something we can open

Not some out-sized envelope, the disc’s already broken

Worst of all some bloody asbestos Jiffy bag

And kids that write their contact details like a flippin’ tag

At least try and be yourself, I got CD-Rs from Scottish kids sounding like 50 Cent

Kids from Manchester rapping like Jadakiss

Never mind the time, I wonder if you even know what day it is

You know the label, so why’d you send me that?

R&B with no rap—that’s a waste of a stamp

And a bio all spelt wrong saying you’re white

But you’re as good as Eminem and your black friends think you’re tight—errr

You’re English but you just said sidewalk—it’s pavement, mate

And that’s some funny-arse jive talk

Don’t know what you mean by “give me a deal”

You’re making MC Hammer look real

“Can’t touch this”—man you’re damn right, give me something to feel

And this is nothing but opinion from a guy with no credit

And a guy with no wheels

(Did you catch it?)

(Chorus)

(All I’m really saying is)

I don’t like wack shit

(All I’m really asking is)

Send another demo like that, I’ll write address is not known

And send the fucking shit back

(All I’m really saying is)

I don’t like wack shit

(All I’m really saying is)

You need to go practice

(All I’m really asking is)

Send another demo like that, I’ll write address is not known

And send the fucking shit back

Lyrics transcribed by ear as no official lyrics are available. Some lines may be approximate