Pork Pie

Yeah, less of that soppy bullshit Lets try and liven things up a little bit Yeah, your back in tune to your favourite wanker Hahahaha, make noise if your bored of your life I bring a massive bag full of compost and Constant beats Stomp my feet and watch what I want to see Obnoxious freak lost in a monsters teeth I got p, sqaushed beef and I drop the beat I spill gravy, I'm still just a little bit crazy Me and Jay killed every single gig lately Been a bit cagey the skinny kid shakey The lyricist played by the sniff he spit rabbies Listin Chris made me, the hippy kid maybe Still I see the difference in this shit abyss plainly Pick n' mix baby covered in the future Jugglin' the truth like I'm stuck in a computer Fuck it you're in tune to the troubles of a loser Cuddlin' a cube love and suck it like a hoover Nothing but the truth, gettin buggared in a room Full of fantasized punishment smothered on the tune You better walk by or get force fed a pork pie Your wife was knocking on my door like all night I talk shite, snort lines and I'm e'd up Clean cut guys get tortured and beat up Mr. D just walks in the street Fuck talking to tree stumps, Roaring on police trucks Catch me chopping off a fat rock of Chaplin Hats off my raps got the back drop collapsing I'll match what you can bring Has been I'll have you in a backspin embarrassed Sitting battered with a hand print "Yeah that's him! Yeah The breh with the funny hat Wearing a rubbish bag" Yeah, yeah shut it slag Mouth shut, I got the pimp hand amped up A loud cunt knows to shout stuff I'll leave your house fucked Mr. Partyman after sippin' lager cans I sniff half a gram and charm the piss from your aunties pants I'm bored of my life Talking my shite Snorting my lines like pork to the pie