Lyrics
You suck more than a plunger does,
I leave ya jaw crushed so you’ll have no gums to brush
Ya hearts broke cos ya lovin is a bum to fuck,
Ya such a cunt you’re a bloke that a nun would cuss!!
You sound about 14 - a bit like a half is,
You say Tyne, they say WHO? It’s like you live in a Tardis!
Ya quality’s part shit, you sound a little retarded,
You wouldn’t know how to rechord as a rhythm guitarist,
I scratch the beat, (scratch) like im givin you heart itch,
And he’s stabbin starfish, I mean his dick in arses.
You can’t surpass this, I’m a class bitchin artist,
Even with the wrong beat you be gettin beat by the hard hits
I spit so fast, im like a supersonic sound see,
And I hit more bars than a crew of chronic alchys
You won’t see round three, ya getting chewed like a roundtrees,
You hang about town beggin…”can I have a pound please?”
You could be any writer and I still would kill ya
Ya feeble breathings even lighter than silk cut silver
Ya only tap in to magic in ya dreams to drill Matilda
Cos ya a paedo faggot, who feels the need to feel children
Ya Mum’s a slut, so everytime the guests cum…
She also scared away your mates cos she molests them,
You got no lifelines left, ya 50/50’d the question
You aint got a friend to call, and the audience said get fucked!
Guess what he gives blow jobs habitually too,
His relationship with dick’s like aborigines and didgeridoos
Your about as real as the cartoon thundercats crew,
But you shouldn’t be near kids, you touch more dicks than underpants do
after im through with you you’ll eat food through a tube
and have a droopin nose bit like the dude in raccoons,
I don’t think you knew you’d lose, you confident like coked up dudes,
But you getting played more than games in a stoners room,
You were abused by ya dad, and ya used to have a vile time,
Now you ring ass more than you used to ring Childline,
I write rhymes more than kids ride bikes
and these lines be getting in ya hair like highlights.
You couldn’t find a crowd even with a loud sound,
ya so dumb you couldn’t get a 2 on countdown,
I hear ya aroused by all the lads in your town,
They give you dick to sip and then your rammin it down ya mouth,
Now you consume more body fluids than a sanitary towel,
You make more shitty noises than a lavatory sound,
Havin a cow cos you cant survive this beef
your too frightened to sleep and your shit bites more than teeth
I got more styles than the drunkern monkey,
ya running to ya mummy, more broke than humpty dumpty,
or a drug fiend getting his money monthly
you can’t beat me I spit more madness than suggs speaks,
you only see a studio if you go lookin in Gumtree,
I only hear rhythm in the drumbeat
and this dumb speech, with some beef is just lunchmeat,
cos had a crack at this but it was just his Bumcheek!!
